We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
I'm just tryna run through the money, run
I'm just tryna run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check, tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check, tryna blow a check
I'm tryna pull up on the floor, get that money
And make the niggas upset, so we drop
Run, run, run, run, run, run
I'm just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas makin' threats, tell them come do it
All my niggas with the shit, even in the fist fight
Bet them niggas still gon' bring a gun to it
Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in the fat
Hit the block, make them upset
I ain't done yet, girl, I'm on the cash route
Motherfuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch, you lookin' for attention
Tryna make a nigga kick it, so I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryna make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
I gotta feed them hitters, they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
I'm just tryna run through the money, run
I'm just tryna run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna pull up in the farm
And make the niggas upset
Run through the money, run
That nigga Puffy back on shit, now here we go
If I make 40 million, bitch, my year will slow
Money making meant she was a cash flipper
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let them ride, drop the roof, pop that pussy out the coop
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that's why I got way more than you got
Vegas strip is the bed, taking shit on the jet
Bad boy never fake a switch from the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring, I'm the king, king of talk
Shit made me piss through a track, got that cash back when you see him
Money making meant she was a cash flipper
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna pull up in the farm
And make the niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Running through the paper like Scott Storch
Running through the paper like I'm out of ice
I got that dirty money, Puff got the floor
That Coupe 300 like Kevin Lyle
Black rose, gentle rose when I hit the court
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five, Final Four
At the last supper tryna eat a feast
My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag, your body disappear, waist down
I dab on them bitches, D Brown
You know that paper longer than a train smoke
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt
Running through the paper way before the deal
Way before Puff gave me all the meals
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna pull up in the farm
And make the niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Don't let nothing stop you, man
Don't let nothing stop you
