Money Run lyrics

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Yeah, yeah, running to the money, put some pep in your step
I got a Glocky on my hip and I'ma shoot just like Steph
And all your b*tches wanna f*ck, that's why they stop and they stare
I treat my hoes like Air Force 1s, I gotta keep me a pair (Taliband Global)
That mean I need some new hoes every week
I'ma keep f*ckin' your b*tch 'cause you think she innocent and sweet
I'ma keep servin' your sis, she gon' top me and pay for the weed
And this whole fit Undercover, it ain't nobody seein' me
I get high like a rasta, baby, it ain't nobody seein' me
808 I can mob him and, baby, it ain't nobody seein' me
We'll put you on the news if you wanna be on TV
I ain't even wanna do it 'em but these n*ggas kept tryin' me

[Verse 2: BBYFACE KOBE]
Trippin', sippin'
Might f*ck your ho and then I'm dippin'
Got a sweet life, take y'all back to the [?]
Everything I do to the T like Lipton
Blue hundreds on me, I ain't Crippin'
Catch a n*gga slippin', no permission
My n*ggas slime but they not hissin' (Oh)
Dior my body but I am not Christian
I just pop up and these b*tches go missin'
Alyx belt up on my waist, you know my life a rollercoaster
Made a film with your b*tch, I might need a movie poster
Summertime I'm never sober, put that curry in my soda
Uh, yeah, count that green, yeah, count that Yoda
"Can't love you," that's what I told her
[?] that pus*y Super Soaker
She insane, might be from [?]
Do this sh*t over and over
Do this sh*t over and over
[Outro: Ken Carson]
Okay, running to the money, I spilled lean on my jeans
I'ma put this di*k in your hoe spleen, I'ma make her c*m, make her cream
I don't know why you worried 'bout me that b*tch just f*cked the whole team