Lul Hade - Runnin' (feat. Edd Boy Turnt)

I get to the money, Ben Franklin my buddy (Get to the money)
My dick in her mouth so my kids in her stomach (Money.!)
Running, I'm running, I run to the money
Gone spend me some money, gone stack me some money (Stack me some money)
Kick with a bag, keep a stick like I'm drumming
Keep your opinion and keep your assumptions (Keep your assumptions)
Talking that shit get you left in a dumpster
Ain't cuffing that bitch but you know I'm gone fuck her

Ran to the bank, I needed some funds
Talking 'bout money, I'm speaking in tongues (Speaking in tongues)
Niggas be goofy, just bumping they gums Flexing they bread but not on a crumb (Not on a crumb)
Niggas be bitches, niggas be hoes(Hoes)
No one can stop me, I'm always on go
Fucking your thot, don't fuck with these hoes
I need me some 'guap, I need me some rolls (Need me some money)
I take her to dinner, then dig in her tummy (Digging in her)
I'm running up in her, now she running from me
I'm a bread winner, but I am no hubby
I work on my figures and get me some money (Get me some money)
Death on the scene
Bunch of dead people, they face in my jeans (Hade, Hade)
All off the wall, off balance and beans
Red Crush with the lean, sip dirty caffeine (What's in your cup)
Run to the money, I sprint to the bag
Don't nothing else love me, I live for the cash
In the strip club, I ain't making it rain
If I drop a dollar I'm smacking her ass
My verses be holy, these captions should quote me
No one can hold me, I'll shoot like I'm Kobe
Cappers be fake, these actors be phony
I slide in the trenches and post up like a goalie (I get to the)

I get to the money, Ben Franklin my buddy (Get to the money)
My dick in her mouth so my kids in her stomach (Money!)
Running, I'm running, I run to the money
Gone spend me some money, gone stack me some money (Stack me some money)
Kick with a bag, keep a stick like I'm drumming
Keep your opinion and keep your assumptions (Keep your assumptions)
Talking that shit get you left in a dumpster
Ain't cuffing that bitch but you know I'm gone fuck her

Bang, finna blow out the bank
Stripes on my collar, you know I got rank
Double remote so you know I got game
Water my wrist, it got left in the rain
Popping that pussy like popping Dusse
Run up a check and deposit today
I can't be doing no talking 'cuz if I was talking these niggas wouldn't get what I say
Do what I want like Lil Uzi Vert say
Been by myself like I need me some space
Pull up in Porsche but I leave in a Rave
And I know she want fuck 'cuz it's all in her face
Hit from the back 'till I buss on her face
Bumping your gums 'till we blow out your brace (Bang)
I can't be trusting these niggas 'cuz if I trust niggas, these niggas turn out to be snakes
Going too fast, better step on your brake
Need me some money, I need me some cake
Borrow your bitch when I need me some face
And I hop in that 'Rari, it took me to space
Sorry not sorry, the fuck out my face
I ain't chasing no bitch, that shit bad for my taste
Run up a check like I run in a race
And I do what I want like Lil Uzi Vert say

I get to the money, Ben Franklin my buddy (Get to the money)
My dick in her mouth so my kids in her stomach (Money!)
Running, I'm running, I run to the money
Gone spend me some money, gone stack me some money (Stack me some money)
Kick with a bag, keep a stick like I'm drumming
Keep your opinion and keep your assumptions (Keep your assumptions)
Talking that shit get you left in a dumpster
Ain't cuffing that bitch but you know I'm gone fuck her

Aint getting no money, these niggas be dummies
I started from nothing, these niggas be fronted
Three figure checks, a couple of hundred
How I was 'bummin, that shit was redundant
Now me and my bitches all getting some money
Right out the mud, now my days is sunny Putting in work, it emptied my tummy
I been through the struggle where pallets was comfy

Written by:
Edward Jackson, Ephraim Redmond

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