Run Me My Money

[Chorus: Jay Park]

(Run me my money)

I came in the game, paid all my dues

Fuck all the fame, break all the rules

Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag

Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)

I came in the game, paid all my dues

Fuck all the fame, break all the rules

Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag

Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)

[Verse 1: Gab & Blimes]

Cut the shit and just cut the check

Don't need Ms on the views to tell yous to come correct

I ain't a vet, but I'm working on it

Been in the trenches, climbing barbed wire fences

Nigga, I really want it

Without hands in the dirt, you don't fetch the worm

Respect gets earned and that's how necks get turned

The lessons you thought you taught, you were next to learn

We struck iron while it's hot, tryna catch a perm, ah

Headshots to whoever comes next in turn

I spit hot fire, God bless the burned

I done split more tires on the road to riches

Than most of you know and I don't even fuck with y’all bitches

We wanna be heard and you prefer to mumble

Actions speak louder than words, so ready set the runner

Don't send my money by bird, I wanna feel the hundreds

Count it out, don't round it out, and not a penny under

[Chorus: Jay Park]

I came in the game, paid all my dues

Fuck all the fame, break all the rules

Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag

Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)

I came in the game, paid all my dues

Fuck all the fame, break all the rules

Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag

Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)

[Verse 2: Jay Park]

I'll sing a tune that'll get your chick wet

Bustin' moves, yeah, clean as Windex

My bars dope, can't pass a piss test

Catch me outside, you get chin checked

If you don't know by now, we don't fuck around

Change my name from Jay Park to Jay Sean 'cause it's goin' down, down

Let me give a shout out, Gifted Gab and Blimes Brixx

Gettin' high with this music, but I ain't talkin' Soundcloud

We get the bag, you get body bagged, heart attack

I'ma stash the paper to the ceiling, we get all the cash

Stomach makin' noises, hungry all the time, livin' fast

Riding for the crew too hard but we never crash

[Chorus: Jay Park]

I came in the game, paid all my dues

Fuck all the fame, break all the rules

Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag

Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)

I came in the game, paid all my dues

Fuck all the fame, break all the rules

Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag

Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)

[Verse 3: Blimes & Gab]

Man, salute to Jay, he spit nasty like tooth decay

We need y'all to show receipts on all the dues you've paid

We think your views are fake, tense 'cause we got more at stake

You still making boring music, homie, you ignoring fate

Blimes and I too fly if I'm being honest

Lace ya, brace ya self like an orthodontist

Fuck around and catch a vibe, you'll get more than promised

Jay ain't for the play, pay or you get demolished

We stackin' healthy views, yeah, they all organic

Don't call it cancer, two more queens 'bout to join Commanders

Climb the ranks and silence all the Cardi-Nicki banter

When we go bananas, they all ears like a cocker spaniel

Grip the handle, cock the Glock, sittin' on the top mantle

Mama bustin' shots at the ops without a preamble

Yolk at my folks and you'll be scrambled, ha

No, it's not a joke, you ain't seen us on the Revolt channel?

[Outro]

Gold in the bag, bag, bag on my hip

Countin' green in the park, tire marks when I dip

Gold, gold in the bag, put the bag on the bed

Can't sleep on the coin, no sheep in the head