Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

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

Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the you've come across
I be with killers just home
They only hope is me and the
only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's at
And I move where the 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 runnin'

Bitches want money stacks, I just want my
She told me to hit the hole, I used to running back
You be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the be coming 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

These bitches money stacks
Me? I want a stacks
These bitches selling soul
Well, I want my money
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a ass
Look what booty shots done to that
That need her money back, Lord
She like the finer things, she said I 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 a thread of string
These say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe
That's why I get high about day
All of this fog like the weather
Turn the strip to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow gang
And we do not play games money, mane
She do something for money, mane
Yeah, I used to running back
I turnt that football to a bag, I'm gone

Bitches money stacks, I just 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
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause be coming in
Said the be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be in
See you niggas run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The be coming 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 gon' ball all season, whole season and
For no reason, with me