Runnin 2 Money Lyrics

Mob Gang nigga

You know I'm saying, real niggas just walked in the spot

Shake some bitch, yeah

Cash, I make that

His stash, I'll take that

Main look at little mama just shake that

Her back, I break that

The pussy good, yeah I ate that

Little Debbie, where you put my cake at

I got a pencil, let's erase that

The paper so fast, got to chase that

I just been running to money

Bitch I been getting to the bag

I just been running to money

Making these fuck niggas mad

I just been running to money

Bitch I been getting to the bag

I just been running to money

Making these fuck niggas mad

Cash I make that

He a pussy nigga, I'm a take that

Aye I got to watch where the jakes at

Ran in his house where the safe at

Told her poke that thing up, let me taste that

Got the sig on me I'll erase that nigga

Little Debbie where the fuck the zebra cake

Every day a nigga wake and bake

Ate that pussy like some stake and shake

Pistol on me I won't hesitate

Chopper make his body levitate

I sent that boy to the heaven gates

I put a three in a gatorade

Bitch I been getting a knot

Fuck nigga run in yo spot

I'll take everything that you got

While dukie lump watch for cops

If I spot him I got em he popped

Told her bend it over, that back I broke that

Aye Osu cowboy I poke that

Aye I hit her once and don't want that

We want that smoke like a black but no Kodak

I get of pint wockahrd and I po dat

Patrick Mahomes the way that she throw that

Run in his pockets you won't get yo dough back

Don't play with my paper you know that you owe that

Cash, I make that

His stash, I'll take that

Main look at little mama just shake that

Her back, I break that

The pussy good, yeah I ate that

Little Debbie, where you put my cake at

I got a pencil, let's erase that

The paper so fast, got to chase that

I just been running to money

Bitch I been getting to the bag

I just been running to money

Making these fuck niggas mad

I just been running to money

Bitch I been getting to the bag

I just been running to money

Making these fuck niggas mad

Why all these niggas want to talk about making some plays

Knowing damn well they riding the bench

Bitch I'm the house with no panties on, walking around

She think Dukie gone give her some dick

Rather be talking about running to money

Don't like when my pockets got nothing but lent

Mob Gang, yeah bitch we the shit

Pull up on me when you need to get fixed

2016, I was hitting them licks

Shackled me up at the ankles and wrist

Did that time by myself, I couldn't call on a bitch

All my niggas was solid, ain't none of us switch

Baby come get with a winner

Eat that pussy up like dinner

Take the shot, I'm like kemba

Niggas bitches transgender

Drop them panties, I'm behind it no fender

She limber and flexible, fresh when I'm stepping through

I'm on that gas, but she only do edibles

You got to listen to what I be telling you

Promise, it's good on whatever I'm selling you

Conoco straight out the bag, it's some pressure to

Tongue like a lizard, girl I need that head from you

Money my focus, you know where I'm headed to

Cash, I make that

His stash, I'll take that

Main look at little mama just shake that

Her back, I break that

The pussy good, yeah I ate that

Little Debbie, where you put my cake at

I got a pencil, let's erase that

The paper so fast, got to chase that

I just been running to money

Bitch I been getting to the bag

I just been running the money

Making these fuck niggas mad

I just been running to money

Bitch I been getting to the bag

I just been running the money

Making these fuck niggas mad