Lyrics Run Me My Money - Blimes and Gab, Jay Park

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