Running Threw It

[Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches wanna fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches wanna fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 1] She said that she fuck with the new me I fuck that bitch in my coupe You stupid you kissing that groupie Pouring the four, with a doobie I was riding through the six I got a trunk full of bricks I got a robber no Chris Flexing hard take a pic Fucking your bitch and I smash Look at my rollie, like cash I'm walking around with a bag My foreign ain't got paper tags Got a pool like I'm Drake Got a mansion on a lake Rich nigga, eatin steak Chasin' money always late Look at the time on the watch I fuck it you eating the box I could go brick before a drop Fuck it, I'm losing the top Fuck it, I'm doing the dab on 'em Hollywood on a 100 I’m a juug servin' dummy I'm a fiend for that money [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches wanna fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches wanna fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 2] You just be talking the trap I hit a bitch like a bat Fuck it you eating the cat Rich forever on the map I put them rings on my fingers Birds sing like singer I got them fly like John Cena I used to trap out the beeper Fucking that bitch from the back She give me top like a hat Sticking my dick in yo cat My Bloods, they bagging like blaat I might run off with your sack I'm taken they know me for that Walking with too many racks Old money like a cadillac I did a show in Bermuda She riding the dick like a scooter Pop a molly I'm a Buddha Money trouble, scary, Freddy Kreuger I be running through the money Always prayers like Easter Sunday I was broke, jug the hunnid Money bought me what I wanted [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches wanna fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches wanna fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it