Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

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

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

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

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

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

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