run thxt bxck ft. Erk tha Jerk, Brookfield Duece, AkaFrank, Mani Draper & Kevin Allen Lyrics

Where you from

It don't matter I can put you on the map

Yeah that thang look so good come and sit it on my lap

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

I help all these niggas find themselves

I need a bag or something

All you niggas do is run your mouth

You love the stand or something

Lil bihh tweaking these is Alexander's

Not no Steve Madden's

I'm with gang, Pat Summerall

Not no false flagging

Went and copped some Gucci Sunglasses

It was pouring rain

In the strip club paying bills

These hoes know my name

He lucky I'm on bitches

I was tripping 'til the guards came

Leave the club with 3 and a possible

Like a card game

Moving Chris Rock

Nigga tryna ball like alopecia

Matter fact nigga tryna ball like Jada Pinkett

Baby buss it open sign this NDA before I freak it

Tryna have the money make it hard for me to keep a secret

Where you from

It don't matter I can put you on the map

Yeah that thang look so good come and sit it on my lap

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Where you from

It don't matter I can put you on the map

Yeah that thang look so good come and sit it on my lap

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Hoe I thank God everyday

Obese for the cake

Respect the game fuck the rules

We take communion at the bank

Ice cream man

This a no limit tank

Mobile to Baton Rouge

Back to the riches in day

What more can I say

Big dawg gotta be hands on

Baby out Brooklyn

Keep it player

Put her mans on

Bands to land on

Won't something she could throw it to

They could careless what I'm going thru

1 to a billion

The ghost of Dre Hicks in the buidiling

Dugeon family we don't count it

Till that pile touch the ceiling

Squealing

My uce put hogs in the ground

Running shit and i didn't even want the crown

Where you from

It don't matter I can put you on the map

Yeah that thang look so good come and sit it on my lap

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

I done pushed to many buttons

How I ain't end up in the slaughter house

From sand bar to somebody daughters house

She open up like I brought her out

I was iced up brought the water out

I ain't sought her out but had to send her in

Se me if she can run a play from the pocket pay her dividends

Tell her Scratch that I don't adlib or back track

Might run up in the crowd like Stak jak

Balling on these niggas like prince but ain't flap jacks

And we ain't leaving no prince if we attack back

No dry stitching on the bro that's the law

If you let the hotel tell thats a wake up call

Where you from

It don't matter I can put you on the map

Yeah that thang look so good come and sit it on my lap

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back

Run it back run it back gone run that shit back