Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

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 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 run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run shit
The money be coming in, the be coming in

Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest come across
I be with killers just coming
only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new
But they stuck up in the ankle
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where sunny at
And I move where the be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin'
Yeah, the DMV on the map
a city, two states if you can count
I'm as real as I say, I lie
So whenever I go, I'm runnin' 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 give 'em no gun
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 this
The money be coming in, the money be in

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

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 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the be coming in
The money be in, the money be coming in
See you niggas run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run shit
The money be coming in, the money be 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, fuck me