Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

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

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

Bitches want money stacks, I just my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running
You niggas be fumbling, you give '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 money be coming in, the be coming in
See you just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The money be in, the money be coming in

These bitches want stacks
Me? I a hundred stacks
bitches selling their soul
Well, I want my back
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 the finer things, she said 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 a thread of string
These say about anything
'Cause know that y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about day
All of this fog like the weather
Turn the club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, flurry gang
And we do not games 'bout money, mane
She do something for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play back
I turnt that football to a money bag, I'm

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

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