Y'all be talking talking talking I ain't even into all a that shit
I just want my ****ing money
You don't even get this shit
It's Pinky Bling!
Run me ma money
Run me ma Dough
Run me ma check
That's all I know
(That's all I know)
Run me ma money
Run me ma Dough
Run me ma check
That's all I know
(That's all I know)
Run me that money
Run me that Dough
Run me that Check
That's all I know
Run me that money
Run me that Dough
Run me that Check
That's all I know
Middle finger to all of my haters
I want my money to look like flavors
New Glock cyclops came with a laser
Don't need a jersey I'm keeping it playa
Show no love now won't get it later
We moving up like we on elevators
But we not inside the building
I just be cooling and chilling with villains
Plotting and scheming
On how to get millions
I'm in that mode get out of your feeling
She want the D the sexual healing
But I don't find lil mama appealing
Back on ma paper I need me a billion
Plus some more
For my children's children
I'm on a mission
I don't care how you feeling
I'm on a mission care
Less how you feeling
Yea
Bish gimme my cash throw
That shit in the bag
All that shit you talk
I ain't try hear all that
If you doing too much cap that's big bluff
That type of hat right there don't fit us
From Baltimore city
The home of the big trust
Lax All ma lil niggas sticked up
And we be chasing our goal
Blow if you try to oppose
Leaving you stuck like a road
Now it's all red like a rose
Coleman still killing the flow
Put R. I. P on the beat
My nigga thug in the street
Posturepedic they'll put you to sleep
Walk down on him knock out his teeth
POW