Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

Bitches want money stacks, I want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun
These bitches be out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth,
My niggas, we run shit
The money be in, the money be coming in

Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy
Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across
I be with killers just home
only hope is me and the Quran
They wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle
I get the money stacked, see the where it's sunny at
And I move the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin'
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two states if you can
I'm as as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin'

Bitches want money stacks, I want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you 'em no gun again
bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be in
The be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The money be coming in, the be coming in

These bitches want stacks
Me? I a hundred stacks
bitches selling their soul
Well, I want my money
She bounce it jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
what them booty shots done to that
That need her money back, Lord
She the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of
She lie everything
I put her on out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a thread of
These say about anything
'Cause they know y'all believe everything
That's why I get high every day
All of this fog like the change
Turn the club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, flurry gang
And we do not games 'bout money, mane
She do something strange for money,
Yeah, I used to running back
I that football to a money bag, I'm gone

Bitches want money stacks, I just my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be in
the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run shit
The money be in, the money be coming in

We balling, we
Balling (balling), hey (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you we ballin'
We balling, Wale, fuck me
baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon,
We ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, fuck me