I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them niggas upset Run through the money, run
I be making love to the money Only thing that I come for is money Imma put the gun to the money Go dumb like [?] how I thumb through the money You ain't got enough funds for me This designer pussy nigga Nigga run through his money Dressed in all Coco but my purse Versace Diamonds on my finger Touching keys like I'm Liberace Canons on me but this ain't a camera on me I ain't with the bullshit All my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti Cruiser Deserts in Bugattis out in [?] Head shots all neck, I be playing Hockey White house, white coupe, but I ain't a fucking Nazi I got the [?] , he gone say throw me [?] 12 o'clock gun block on the [?] We with the shits outside like a Porta Potty We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins I'm living proof that you do what you want when you pooping But you all in my comments while I'm changing the climate Ain't no change in this wallet Ain't no flaws in these diamonds I just ran through the money, Kim. com Blow a check on em, flex on em, hustle hard
I'm just tryna run through it Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette Hit the block, make 'em upset I ain't done yet Girl, I'm on a cash route Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out I'm on a money mission, bitch You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it So I can blow your back out I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryng to make some money My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry Gotta feed them hittas 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 I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them niggas upset Run through the money, run
Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture I grab the baddest bitches out the group Let 'em ride, drop the roof Pop that pussy out the 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, take this shit on a jet Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring I'm the king, king of talking shit Maybe piss through a check Got that cash bag when you see him Money Mitch, hashtag, three M's Nigga, money makin' Mitch
I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them niggas upset Run through the money, run Run through the money, run Run through the money, run
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles Black rose generals when I hit the court My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four At the last supper tryna eat a fiest My last two bitches 100 mill a piece Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down I dab all them bitches; D. Brown You know that paper longer than chain smokin' I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt I'm running through the paper way before the deal Way before puff gave me all the mills
I'm just tryna Tun through the money, run I'm just tryna Tun through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them niggas upset Run through the money, run Run through the money, run Run through the money, run
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