Runnin lyrics

[Intro]
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the block, I’m all about the doughty
I just hit my jeweler for another rolli
pus*y boy, you ain't spraying, can’t c*ck or reload it
f*ck your b*tch, and I ain't sorry, go forget like Dory

Lil mamma want balenciaga, for starters
She gonna go and call me real big papa, she lover
All these b*tches thirsty, need some water, don't have em
Hustle coming straight up outta harlem, they oughta

Straight up sign onto, b*tch try coming for this di*k
But she ain't getting sh*t (no no no)
Get a lot of friends when you make it
But who was with the kid when they had sh*t?

[Chorus]
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, Imma get it on the lay
Told my lil shorty, I’mma make, I’mma take it, sh*t
I ain't taking no breaks
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, I’mma get it on the lay
'Til you see me stunting, I be flexing
I ain't fronting, I'mma do just what I say

[Verse 2]
Only wanna to f*ck with COD
Cash all day, ready to go before the PO creep
Ready to leave in case a motherf*cker try to sneak (diss)
Then I have my chick, go get your b*tch, and we in
In a drop top, empty lot, exotic doobie lit
When the bottle pop, cones is hot, all these floozies in
I ain't trying stop, money plot, get my whole team rich
I don't wanna lie, just like the gwop, and show 'em I'm the sh*t

[Chorus]
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, Imma get it on the lay
Told my lil shorty, I’mma make, I’mma take it, sh*t
I ain't taking no breaks
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, I’mma get it on the lay
'Til you see me stunting, I be flexing
I ain't fronting, I'mma do just what I say