Lirik Lagu Running Back feat. Lil Wayne - Wale
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Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percentShe told me to hit the hole, I used to play running backYou niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun againThese bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming inSaid the money be coming in, the money be coming inThe money be coming in, the money be coming inSee you niggas just run your mouth, yeahMy niggas, we run the cityThe money be coming in, the money be coming in
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuckSince Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come acrossI be with killers just coming homeThey only hope is me and the QuranThey only wish is for a new chainBut they stuck up in the ankle braceletI get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny atAnd I move where the realest beAnd the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lappedYeah, the DMV on the mapThat's a city, two states if you can countI'm as real as I say, I never lieSo whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percentShe told me to hit the hole, I used to play running backYou niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun againThese bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming inSaid the money be coming in, the money be coming inThe money be coming in, the money be coming inSee you niggas just run your mouth, yeahMy niggas, we run the cityThe money be coming in, the money be coming in
These bitches want money stacksMe? I want a hundred stacksThese bitches selling their soulWell, I want my money backShe bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny assLook what them booty shots done to thatThat bitch need her money back, LordShe like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ringShe say I buy her all kinds of thingsShe lie about everythingI put her on time out and everythingI cut the bitch off like a thread of stringThese hoes'll say about anything'Cause they know that y'all believe everythingThat's why I get high about every dayAll of this fog like the weather changeTurn the strip club to a hurricaneWe got that cocaine, snow flurry gangAnd we do not play games 'bout money, maneShe do something strange for money, maneYeah, I used to play running backI turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percentShe told me to hit the hole, I used to play running backYou niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun againThese bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming inSaid the money be coming in, the money be coming inThe money be coming in, the money be coming inSee you niggas just run your mouth, yeahMy niggas, we run the cityThe money be coming in, the money be coming in
We balling, we ballingBalling, hey darlingSweet darling, you know we ballin'We balling, Wale, fuck with meMula baby!Yeah, Blue Moon, yeahWe gon' ball all season, whole season and post-seasonFor no reason, fuck with me
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuckSince Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come acrossI be with killers just coming homeThey only hope is me and the QuranThey only wish is for a new chainBut they stuck up in the ankle braceletI get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny atAnd I move where the realest beAnd the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lappedYeah, the DMV on the mapThat's a city, two states if you can countI'm as real as I say, I never lieSo whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percentShe told me to hit the hole, I used to play running backYou niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun againThese bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming inSaid the money be coming in, the money be coming inThe money be coming in, the money be coming inSee you niggas just run your mouth, yeahMy niggas, we run the cityThe money be coming in, the money be coming in
These bitches want money stacksMe? I want a hundred stacksThese bitches selling their soulWell, I want my money backShe bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny assLook what them booty shots done to thatThat bitch need her money back, LordShe like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ringShe say I buy her all kinds of thingsShe lie about everythingI put her on time out and everythingI cut the bitch off like a thread of stringThese hoes'll say about anything'Cause they know that y'all believe everythingThat's why I get high about every dayAll of this fog like the weather changeTurn the strip club to a hurricaneWe got that cocaine, snow flurry gangAnd we do not play games 'bout money, maneShe do something strange for money, maneYeah, I used to play running backI turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percentShe told me to hit the hole, I used to play running backYou niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun againThese bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming inSaid the money be coming in, the money be coming inThe money be coming in, the money be coming inSee you niggas just run your mouth, yeahMy niggas, we run the cityThe money be coming in, the money be coming in
We balling, we ballingBalling, hey darlingSweet darling, you know we ballin'We balling, Wale, fuck with meMula baby!Yeah, Blue Moon, yeahWe gon' ball all season, whole season and post-seasonFor no reason, fuck with me
