Runnin

[Intro]

DP on the beat

Sosa on the beat

[Chorus]

Sosa, where you going? To the money

Runnin' to it, bitch, I'm runnin'

Like I got on cleats

Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon

You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred

Million, yeah, bitch, I want it

Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain't talkin' Stony

How you just keep hittin' it floating?

Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in

Baby, I be pistol toting

Got my pistol and you know it

I go too fast, she like, "Boy, slow it"

I'm like, "Okay, baby, I'm gon' fold it"

She like, "Boy, that's a hundred mil' on the table"

I'm like, "I know it"

[Verse]

Jewelry blingin', bitch, I show it

They like, "Boy, you gettin' bloated"

I'm too turnt, yeah, bitch, I'm loaded

And my style, these niggas stole it

Chopper come through wrestling, Mick Foley

Bitches like, "Oh God, I'm glo-ing"

I remember when I ain't have nothin'

I woke up like, "Oh God, I'm glo-ing"

There go the damn police

I'm gon' get up out of here slowly

Baby, I got on a Breitling

I can't buy you a damn Rollie

'Cause if I bought hoes anything

I be ballin' out, you know it

And I done gave your ass a chance

You done fucked around and blowed it

I get money just as fast as the damn stove shit

I don't need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe

I don't need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady

Just call me when you talkin' money

Swear I'm money brazy

[Chorus]

Sosa, where you going? To the money

Runnin' to it, bitch, I'm runnin'

Like I got on cleats

Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon

You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred

Million, yeah, bitch, I want it

Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain't talkin' Stony

How you just keep hittin' it floating?

Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in

Baby, I be pistol toting

Got my bitch on and you know it

I go too fast, she like, "Boy, slow it"

I'm like, "Okay, baby, I'm gon' fold it"

She like, "Boy, that's a hundred mil' on the table"

I'm like, "I know it"

Where you going? To the money

Runnin' to it, bitch, I'm runnin'

Like I got on cleats

Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon

You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred

Million, yeah, bitch, I want it

Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain't talkin' Stony

How you just keep hittin' it floating?

Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in

Baby, I be pistol toting

Got my pistol and you know it

I go too fast, she like, "Boy, slow it"

I'm like, "Okay, baby, I'm gon' fold it"

She like, "Boy, that's a hundred mil' on the table"

I'm like, "I know it"