Blow a Check
We gon' run
We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
Aye, I had to stop talkin' that money shit (yeah, we gon' run)
We gon' run, we gon' run
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth (we gon' run)
I'm just tryna (what up, Zoe?)
Run through the money, run (ayy)
And it's not that I'm not humble
I'm just tryna (ayo)
Run through the money, run
It's that this is my gift to life
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm gettin' this money)
I'm tryna blow a check (gettin' this money)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (get that money)
And make them niggas upset (Zoey Dollaz)
Get that money, go, young nigga, go
I'm just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it (come do it)
All my niggas with the shits (uh-huh), even in a fist fight
Bet them niggas still gon' bring a gun to it (brrt, brrt)
Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'Vette ('Vette)
Hit the block, make 'em upset (set)
I ain't done yet (yet)
Girl, I'm on a cash route
Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch
You lookin' for attention, tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryna make some money (money)
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry (they hungry)
I gotta feed them hittas (brrt), they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (yeah)
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (what? Do it, what? Do it)
I'm tryna blow a check (blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run (yo)
That nigga Puff, he back on shit, now here we go (sheesh)
If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow (sheesh)
Money Makin' Mitch, he was a cash flipper (sheesh)
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture (ah)
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let 'em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the Coupe (Coupe, Coupe)
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that's why I got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it's a bet, takin' shit on a jet (yeah)
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring (come on)
I'm the king, king of talking shit
Made me piss through a check (yee)
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, three M's (I'm just tryna)
Money Makin' Mitch, Money
Run through the money, run (Money Makin' Mitch, yeah)
I'm just tryna (I'm just tryna)
Run through the money, run (what? Do it)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
I'm tryna blow a check (blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (tryna blow a check)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I (let's go)
I-I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes (whoo!)
That Coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles (whoo)
Bla-black Rolls, Jalen Rose when I hit the court (argh)
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four (we here)
A-at the last supper, tryna eat a fiest (eat a fiest)
My last two bitches, 100 mill' a piece (ow)
Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down (damn)
I dab on them bitches, D. Brown (hah)
You know that paper longer than chain smokin' (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt (skrrt, skrrt)
Running through the paper way before the deal (deal)
Way before Puff gave me all the mills (I'm just tryna)
Yeah, yeah, come on
Run through the money, run (what you tryna do?)
Yeah, let's go, let's go
I'm just tryna (what? Get it)
Run through the money, run (what? Do it, what? Do it)
I'm tryna blow a check (blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Ayo, Puff, talk to me
Yo, French (run through the money, run)
Ya'll gon' do this for New York, right?
New York motherfuckers where we don't play
Run through the money, run
I'ma do this for the 305
305, my second home
Run through the money, run
This a mention, 305, I see you
Run through the money, run
Don't let nuthin' stop you, man
Don't let nuthin' stop you
We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
Aye, I had to stop talkin' that money shit (yeah, we gon' run)
We gon' run, we gon' run
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth (we gon' run)
I'm just tryna (what up, Zoe?)
Run through the money, run (ayy)
And it's not that I'm not humble
I'm just tryna (ayo)
Run through the money, run
It's that this is my gift to life
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm gettin' this money)
I'm tryna blow a check (gettin' this money)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (get that money)
And make them niggas upset (Zoey Dollaz)
Get that money, go, young nigga, go
I'm just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it (come do it)
All my niggas with the shits (uh-huh), even in a fist fight
Bet them niggas still gon' bring a gun to it (brrt, brrt)
Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'Vette ('Vette)
Hit the block, make 'em upset (set)
I ain't done yet (yet)
Girl, I'm on a cash route
Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch
You lookin' for attention, tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryna make some money (money)
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry (they hungry)
I gotta feed them hittas (brrt), they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (yeah)
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (what? Do it, what? Do it)
I'm tryna blow a check (blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run (yo)
That nigga Puff, he back on shit, now here we go (sheesh)
If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow (sheesh)
Money Makin' Mitch, he was a cash flipper (sheesh)
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture (ah)
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let 'em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the Coupe (Coupe, Coupe)
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that's why I got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it's a bet, takin' shit on a jet (yeah)
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring (come on)
I'm the king, king of talking shit
Made me piss through a check (yee)
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, three M's (I'm just tryna)
Money Makin' Mitch, Money
Run through the money, run (Money Makin' Mitch, yeah)
I'm just tryna (I'm just tryna)
Run through the money, run (what? Do it)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
I'm tryna blow a check (blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (tryna blow a check)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I (let's go)
I-I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes (whoo!)
That Coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles (whoo)
Bla-black Rolls, Jalen Rose when I hit the court (argh)
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four (we here)
A-at the last supper, tryna eat a fiest (eat a fiest)
My last two bitches, 100 mill' a piece (ow)
Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down (damn)
I dab on them bitches, D. Brown (hah)
You know that paper longer than chain smokin' (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt (skrrt, skrrt)
Running through the paper way before the deal (deal)
Way before Puff gave me all the mills (I'm just tryna)
Yeah, yeah, come on
Run through the money, run (what you tryna do?)
Yeah, let's go, let's go
I'm just tryna (what? Get it)
Run through the money, run (what? Do it, what? Do it)
I'm tryna blow a check (blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Ayo, Puff, talk to me
Yo, French (run through the money, run)
Ya'll gon' do this for New York, right?
New York motherfuckers where we don't play
Run through the money, run
I'ma do this for the 305
305, my second home
Run through the money, run
This a mention, 305, I see you
Run through the money, run
Don't let nuthin' stop you, man
Don't let nuthin' stop you
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Jimenez, Carlos Coleman, Donny Flores, Elvis Milord, David Moise, Karim Kharbouch, Sean Combs
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