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