Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

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

Look, my is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across
I be with killers coming home
They only is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new
But they up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where sunny at
And I where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you lapped
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 back

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

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

want money stacks, I just want 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
Said the money be coming in, the money be in
The be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth,
My niggas, we run shit
The money be in, the money be coming in

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