Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Runnin |
| DP on the beat |
| Sosa on the beat |
| Sosa, where you going? |
| To the money |
| Runnin' to it, bitch, I’m runnin' |
| Like I got on cleats |
| Pull up, stuntin' like I’m going to luncheon |
| You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred |
| Million, yeah, bitch, I want it |
| Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain’t talkin' Stony |
| How you just keep hittin' it floating? |
| Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in |
| Baby, I be pistol toting |
| Got my pistol and you know it |
| I go too fast, she like, «Boy, slow it» |
| I’m like, «Okay, baby, I’m gon' fold it» |
| She like, «Boy, that’s a hundred mil' on the table» |
| I’m like, «I know it» |
| Jewelry blingin', bitch, I show it |
| They like, «Boy, you gettin' bloated» |
| I’m too turnt, yeah, bitch, I’m loaded |
| And my style, these niggas stole it |
| Chopper come through wrestling, Mick Foley |
| Bitches like, «Oh God, I’m glo-ing» |
| I remember when I ain’t have nothin' |
| I woke up like, «Oh God, I’m glo-ing» |
| There go the damn police |
| I’m gon' get up out of here slowly |
| Baby, I got on a Breitling |
| I can’t buy you a damn Rollie |
| 'Cause if I bought hoes anything |
| I be ballin' out, you know it |
| And I done gave your ass a chance |
| You done fucked around and blowed it |
| I get money just as fast as the damn stove shit |
| I don’t need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe |
| I don’t need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady |
| Just call me when you talkin' money |
| Swear I’m money brazy |
| Sosa, where you going? |
| To the money |
| Runnin' to it, bitch, I’m runnin' |
| Like I got on cleats |
| Pull up, stuntin' like I’m going to luncheon |
| You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred |
| Million, yeah, bitch, I want it |
| Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain’t talkin' Stony |
| How you just keep hittin' it floating? |
| Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in |
| Baby, I be pistol toting |
| Got my bitch on and you know it |
| I go too fast, she like, «Boy, slow it» |
| I’m like, «Okay, baby, I’m gon' fold it» |
| She like, «Boy, that’s a hundred mil' on the table» |
| I’m like, «I know it» |
| Where you going? |
| To the money |
| Runnin' to it, bitch, I’m runnin' |
| Like I got on cleats |
| Pull up, stuntin' like I’m going to luncheon |
| You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred |
| Million, yeah, bitch, I want it |
| Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain’t talkin' Stony |
| How you just keep hittin' it floating? |
| Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in |
| Baby, I be pistol toting |
| Got my pistol and you know it |
| I go too fast, she like, «Boy, slow it» |
| I’m like, «Okay, baby, I’m gon' fold it» |
| She like, «Boy, that’s a hundred mil' on the table» |
| I’m like, «I know it» |