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Running Back (feat. Lil Wayne)
作詞：Rick Ross & Wale
作曲：Rick Ross & Wale
These bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling
Don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out here
'Cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
My bitch is on Tumblr
Your bitch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus and Nazareth
The realest you've come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked
See, the moon where it's sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin' lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two states if you can count
I'm as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back
These bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling
Don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out here
'Cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
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The money be coming in
The money be coming in
These bitches want money stacks
Me, I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks
But she got a funny ass
Look what the booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back
She like the finer things
She said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a threaded string
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about everything
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turn that football to a money bag
These bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling
Don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out here
'Cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Balling, we balling
We balling, balling
Hey darling, hey darling ....
We balling we balling....
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