We Run It Lyrics

If it ain't about them dividends

We don't give a fuck nigga

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and counting it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and double it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and counting it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and double it up

From Monday to Sunday

Been double Green

Four pockets full

Just me and my team

In love with the drip

Got her wet from the crème

Play with them stick

Inferred on the beam

Kill you so quick

Ghost face no scream

Niggas been high

Since ya da mean

My niggas been rolling

And spinning on beans

Since Hurricane Chris and Avril Lavine

Ice in my veins

Heart got colder from pain

Ice outed the chain

Limo tints on the range

Bad little bitch

In love with game

Give her good dick

Then she tatted my name

I'm really insane

Maniac can't be tame

Initial the tips

And got better with aim

Serving and swerving

In and out of the lane

Leave the letters left red

No Kurt Cobain

Your boy been different

I'm the leader of the misfits

Got white limp biscuit

More packs then field trips

Money up no Brad Pitt

Ya funny like Will Smith

For the money we peel switch

Cut you short

What you talking 'bout Willis

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and counting it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and double it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and counting it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and double it up

We run up to count up the gawp

We throw and go catch us a box

We shipping to run up the knots

Water whipping to rise to the top

We flipping like hands on a clock

Blurry vision from sipping the wock

Scottie Pippen MJ with the shot

We push like a fidget and pop

Snow bunny she stay with the wap

Every winter birds come by the flock

I stay with a key like a lock

We spinning and bending your block

Leave holes above souls like a crocs

You all can come share like stock

Them bullets will rain in a drop

Leave them wet

When we slide like a mop

Catch a box while the op watch

Cutting squares into numbers

Like hopscotch

Seen more base

Then a catcher and a shortstop

This money can't fold like a laptop

Dot your eye

Leave your momma with a teardrop

Getting packs

Like motherfucking bellhop

We busting through them doors

No knock-knock

All my niggas with the shits

Like Craig pop

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and counting it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and double it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and counting it up

More money more money

Addicted to money

Got to run to the money

We run it and double it up