Take Your Life ft. BigBabyGucci & Phaydo Lyrics

Running out of money, till we running out of time

N****s running out of stories, so they running out of lies

And I swear this shit is funny, I sit back and crack a smile

And they tried to keep me out, but I got back to get me mine

Get me mine, yes

Baby I keep staring, 'cuz you thick up in that white dress

Me, I love that money, but I want everything priceless

I just met a stripper, I might turn into a wife

I just got a glock, I might come and take your life

Oh

I might go and take your life, like a reaper in the night

Imma fiend for all this cash, in my way you better stop it

When I run inside the bank, got a mask, and we all robbin'

If I got a fucking problem, best believe I'll go, and solve it

Ain't nobody that can top it, when I drop a trending topic

Gucci, Blurr, and Phaydo, man this shit

A triple threat

Ballin' like D Wade and Heat

In my prime, not talkin' beef

And I'm working every night, so they never take my seat

Imma big bang checker, running round a big finessor

Everyday I'm getting better, while my pockets getting bigger

Now I'm focused on the better things, the blessings, or whatever

And I got these bitches quaking, like some motherfuckin' oats

Now they say my heart is cold, no wonder why I got a coat

Way too focused on Yung Blurr

Why you wasting so much time, now they-

Running out of money, till we running out of time

N****s running out of stories, so they running out of lies

And I swear this shit is funny, I sit back and crack a smile

And they tried to keep me out, but I got back to get me mine

Get me mine, yes

Baby I keep staring, 'cuz you thick up in that white dress

Me, I love that money, but I want everything priceless

I just met a stripper, I might turn into a wife

I just got a glock, I might come and take your life

You heard BBG we take it all

Why you come to play I came to ball

N****s really praying on my downfall

It's the money everytime I call

Think it's on my line right now

Got it on me you can find out

Everything I lost, I found

Yeah, money counter love that sound

N****s fuckin' up my moment, so I crop them out the picture

Love for the guap I know it ain't finna switch up

They ain't wanna listen

Gotta keep my distance

Hate it when I miss ya, fuck

Running out of money, till we running out of time

N****s running out of stories, so they running out of lies

And I swear this shit is funny, I sit back and crack a smile

And they tried to keep me out, but I got back to get me mine

Get me mine, yes

Baby I keep staring, 'cuz you thick up in that white dress

Me, I love that money, but I want everything priceless

I just met a stripper, I might turn into a wife

I just got a glock, I might come and take your life