Run me my money lyrics

Let me tell you what I think about me
I'm a young n*gga fresh about to CPT
The only thing,my mind is getting rich
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
n*gga run me my money

To be another n*gga on the surf
b*tch,run me my money
Your playing pus*y is getting f*cked
Girls beat the b*tch up
Money on my mind
Money in my pockets
I run them in the show

Until I put them in the deposits
Half a brother,half when I pull up
Even if you ain't got it
Tell my fans,what up?

Money,you're everything
So real,it gets so real you've ever seen
So a n*gga better have my money
A b*tch better have my money
Let me tell you a thing about me
I'm a young n*gga fresh about to CPT
The only thing,my mind is getting rich
I go hard on the n*gga and on the b*tch
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money

n*gga run me my money
For I'm getting a 'and get a more full honey
See on my stomach what you did?...
Clock on another phase,see him running
This wman is all hood
Like f*ck that n*gga up
Passes the b*tch before I f*ck that n*gga hoe
This is respect for the n*gga, though
Rich gang-bang ,a successful one
Hold up! Dumb n*gga got a call
He lost 25 on his stupid balls
n*gga run me my money
For I run the town
Wish a n*gga want ,wish a n*gga could
Paper motherf*cking sky scraper,but I ate him
Got a couple Vegas homes where they go
They are too short,put them like'

Let me tell you a thing about me
I'm a young n*gga fresh about to CPT
The only thing,my mind is getting rich
I go hard on the n*gga and on the b*tch
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money

I told to my b*tch
You can buy that because if you can't
You'll find ,b*tch
..I'm tired of this sh*t
No hustling,no griming
No ballin',no shining
No way I could live that life
In your mind you got a big fat wife
f*ck on your ass and bring me all that cash
Oh,a n*gga 's money but you won't last
Come on and one,don't start now
If you're too short,you're getting knocked down,b*tch
Let me tell you a thing about me
I'm a young n*gga fresh about to CPT
The only thing,my mind is getting rich
I go hard on the n*gga and on the b*tch
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
n*gga run me my money
b*tch,run me my money
Right,run me my money