Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run Me My Money , by - Blimes and GabRelease date: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Run Me My Money |
| I came in the game, paid all my dues |
| Fuck all the fame, break all the rules |
| Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag |
| Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) |
| I came in the game, paid all my dues |
| Fuck all the fame, break all the rules |
| Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag |
| Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) |
| Cut the shit and just cut the check |
| Don’t need Ms on the views to tell yous to come correct |
| I ain’t a vet, but I’m working on it |
| Been in the trenches, climbing barbed wire fences |
| Nigga, I really want it |
| Without hands in the dirt, you don’t fetch the worm |
| Respect gets earned and that’s how necks get turned |
| The lessons you thought you taught, you were next to learn |
| We struck iron while it’s hot, tryna catch a perm, ah |
| Headshots to whoever comes next in turn |
| I spit hot fire, God bless the burned |
| I done split more tires on the road to riches |
| Than most of you know and I don’t even fuck with y’all bitches |
| We wanna be heard and you prefer to mumble |
| Actions speak louder than words, so ready set the runner |
| Don’t send my money by bird, I wanna feel the hundreds |
| Count it out, don’t round it out, and not a penny under |
| I came in the game, paid all my dues |
| Fuck all the fame, break all the rules |
| Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag |
| Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) |
| I came in the game, paid all my dues |
| Fuck all the fame, break all the rules |
| Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag |
| Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) |
| I’ll sing a tune that’ll get your chick wet |
| Bustin' moves, yeah, clean as Windex |
| My bars dope, can’t pass a piss test |
| Catch me outside, you get chin checked |
| If you don’t know by now, we don’t fuck around |
| Change my name from Jay Park to Jay Sean 'cause it’s goin' down, down |
| Let me give a shout out, Gifted Gab and Blimes Brixx |
| Gettin' high with this music, but I ain’t talkin' Soundcloud |
| We get the bag, you get body bagged, heart attack |
| I’ma stash the paper to the ceiling, we get all the cash |
| Stomach makin' noises, hungry all the time, livin' fast |
| Riding for the crew too hard but we never crash |
| I came in the game, paid all my dues |
| Fuck all the fame, break all the rules |
| Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag |
| Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) |
| I came in the game, paid all my dues |
| Fuck all the fame, break all the rules |
| Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag |
| Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) |
| Man, salute to Jay, he spit nasty like tooth decay |
| We need y’all to show receipts on all the dues you’ve paid |
| We think your views are fake, tense 'cause we got more at stake |
| You still making boring music, homie, you ignoring fate |
| Blimes and I too fly if I’m being honest |
| Lace ya, brace ya self like an orthodontist |
| Fuck around and catch a vibe, you’ll get more than promised |
| Jay ain’t for the play, pay or you get demolished |
| We stackin' healthy views, yeah, they all organic |
| Don’t call it cancer, two more queens 'bout to join Commanders |
| Climb the ranks and silence all the Cardi-Nicki banter |
| When we go bananas, they all ears like a cocker spaniel |
| Grip the handle, cock the Glock, sittin' on the top mantle |
| Mama bustin' shots at the ops without a preamble |
| Yolk at my folks and you’ll be scrambled, ha |
| No, it’s not a joke, you ain’t seen us on the Revolt channel? |
| Gold in the bag, bag, bag on my hip |
| Countin' green in the park, tire marks when I dip |
| Gold, gold in the bag, put the bag on the bed |
| Can’t sleep on the coin, no sheep in the head |