Nolaboy Cap - Hunnit Man (feat. Too Real CMC)

Runnin' it, runnin' it, she suck and she fuck, I think she want money, man
Hunnit man, hunnit man, sittin' on the island, countin' blue Benjamins
Racks all on me no tennis, ain't no cost to the way I be livin
Ain't no price to the shit I be spendin'
Gon' get it regardless, fuck it, I'm heartless
Runnin' it, runnin' it, she suck and she fuck, I think she want money, man
Hunnit man, hunnit man, sittin' on the island, countin' blue Benjamins
Racks all on me no tennis, ain't no cost to the way I be livin
Ain't no price to the shit I be spendin'
Gon' get it regardless, fuck it, I'm heartless
Hunnits on me, I ain't trippin'
I'm fuckin' with Benny, you niggas is friendly
In my hood, I see envy, the root of all evil be bitches and money
Hopin' they make up they mind
One day they a gangsta, next day they be pussy
Uh, I run with some vets, can't hang with no rookies
Time is money, so nah, I can't sleep
I reminisce on my past, fuck it, then I pour me a glass
Ahh, smokin' on gas, my bitch, she be mad
I see why they mad
We live in a world where rats get a pass
You want a feature, you know I'm gon' tax
You speak on that nation, I'm apes on your ass
Now, back to this bag
Runnin' thru racks like a relay
Hoes and drama, I can't chase
I stay with some bands, only hang around shooters, shoutout my boy Clay
Allergic to beef, I'm not vegetary I want my green, I ain't talkin' broccoli
I'm goin' in, can't nobody stop me
How you gon' win, you ain't even tryin'
Only time I ever feel like a rat, when I'm chasin' that cheddar
Comin' up, all I wanted was love, I was writin' love letters
Ayy, I'm heatin' up like a stove, niggas be talkin' in codes
All of these bitches some hoes, I need a milly or more
Rubberbands on a bankroll
Runnin' it, runnin' it, she suck and she fuck, I think she want money, man
Hunnit man, hunnit man, sittin' on the island, countin' blue Benjamins
Racks all on me no tennis, ain't no cost to the way I be livin
Ain't no price to the shit I be spendin'
Gon' get it regardless, fuck it, I'm heartless
Runnin' it, runnin' it, she suck and she fuck, I think she want money, man
Hunnit man, hunnit man, sittin' on the island, countin' blue Benjamins
Racks all on me no tennis, ain't no cost to the way I be livin
Ain't no price to the shit I be spendin'
Gon' get it regardless, fuck it, I'm heartless
Hunnid man, hunnid man, now I'm a wanted man, talkin' but you do not want it, man
Hunnid band, hunnid band, get to the guap, no, we is not one of them
Hunnid band, hunnid band, put a bag on his head, got him doin' the runnin' man
Hunnid band, hunnid band, drac with the scope, you know how we bummin', man
We came from the corners, now we on stage, they record us
Came with my bitch and she gorgeous, we makin' noise, can't ignore us
Stick to the script, kept it legit, I bet on my shit, that's the championship
I put that on my best day, I put that on my bitch
Police be racist, gold on my braces
Too many cases, they tryna see how we got the blue faces
Rack up the dough on a regular basis
Glory to God, we're too gracious
Designer shoes, red laces
Remember 5-0 used to chase us
But now we blow smoke in they faces, woah
Hunnids on hunnids, I know that she want it, she know that I'm on it
She wanna hop on it, put your life on it cause I want it like Sonic
I love the hate, put that shit in the comments
Enjoy your life, you can get gone in a moment
Shawty hit me, had to pull up on it
She a bust down, shoulda hit the crew
But I'm a real nigga, gotta see it through

Written by:
CJ Campbell, Jorey Pannia

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