Correction Lyrics Runnin (Original Version) by Andy Milonakis

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DP on the beat
Sosa on the beat
Bang bang

Sosa, where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, b*t*h, 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, b*t*h, 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', b*t*h, I show it
They like, "Boy, you gettin' bloated"
I'm too turnt, yeah, b*t*h, I'm loaded
And my style, these n***as stole it
Chopper come through wrestling, Mick Foley
b*t*hes 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 f**ked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stove sh*t
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

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