Correction Lyrics Run To The Money / Been Turnt by Offset

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Run to the money, pronto (Go)
Dior pouch full of hundos (Drip)
Pent house, elevator front door (Hey)
Let my ex keep the condo (Yeah)
I move to LA like Rondo (Hey)
Cash talking all in my combo (Cash)
You bad, I'ma let my gun go (Bad)
See a ass in a Loius V puncho (Go)
Boarded up the window, this a bando (Hey)
Bag coming in by the truckload (Bag)
Ring and it's red with baguettes in the row (Guettes)
V's with the S, she got lost in the ocean (Lost)
Ain't no cap, we put M's in motion (Ms)
Straight up out the bottom, used to live with roaches (Roaches)
Diamonds like tears soaking (Tears)
All of this drip, it's clear we were chosen (Hey)

Swag all day, built like [?], she do what I say (Yeah)
Birthday cake, keep my family straight, look how much we make
Anyway, n***a can't get in my way, even on a bad day
We mad paid, she can make her ass shake
Tip her a bag today (Bag)

Creep, crawling (Creep)
Twin turbo geeked, howling (Twin turbo)
Glock on the seat, forty (Glock)
Patek phillipes, vaulted (Patek)
Hermes stroller hold a toddler (Hermes)
I can see the plot, call it Ottawa (Plot)
This AP three hundred, you follow it (Hey)
Put the drip on her face and she swallow it (Woo)

Run to the money, pronto (Go)
Dior pouch full of hundos (Drip)
Pent house, elevator front door (Hey)
Let my ex keep the condo (Yeah)
I move to LA like Rondo (Hey)
Cash talking all in my combo (Cash)
You bad, I'ma let my gun go (Bad)
See a ass in a Loius V puncho (Go)
Boarded up the window, this a bando (Hey)
Bag coming in by the truckload (Bag)
Ring and it's red with baguettes in the row (Guettes)
V's with the S, she got lost in the ocean (Lost)
Ain't no cap, we put M's in motion (Ms)
Straight up out the bottom, used to live with roaches (Roaches)
Diamonds like tears soaking (Tears)
All of this drip, it's clear we were chosen (Hey)

Nah, he pu**y bro (Nope)
Yeah, she lyin' on me (b*t*h)
n***a call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)
She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)
Like n***a, come find somethin', yeah
Keep that iron me, yeah

Yeah, n***a play if you want to (Woo)
You could pour eight if you want juice
I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)
I could f**k his b*t*h and his ho too (Duh)
LIl' n***a, height on 'em 'bout four two
Can't name a n***a f**kin' with me on Scoot
I been chasin' my dreams since '02
(What you dream about? Cuh', nothin')
Gettin' rich, f**k a n***a b*t*h
Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp
Spent at least ten on all of my fits
f**k a hoe friend, don't be callin' my b*t*h
New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint
Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent
If she ain't talkin' f**kin', ho prolly gettin' spent
Do it for my brother and I do it for the six
Durk came home, b*t*h, the work gettin' strong
We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze
b*t*h get to playin', put the murder gang down
Each one of my n***as, yeah, keep Woods
Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good
We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen
f**k hoes, murk, sell weed and beens

b*t*h, I been turnt
And I hit her
Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first
Before I sell top I sell hit first
Yeah, b*t*h, I still want eighty for a gram
Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants
b*t*h, I been turnt
And I hit her
Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)

What you sippin'? Red
What you sellin'? Meds
n***a snitchin', dead, feds, yeah
Might find a hunnid thousand in bed
b*t*h, all of my n***as is safe
Can't none of my n***as get mail
Everybody got a phone in jail
Ringin' (Ring), ringin'
Pull my d**k out now, b*t*h, now eat it
Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason
b*t*h, it's young n***a turnt, believe me
RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece
Free Nell, Rico and Queesey
Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons
I ain't never goin' back, I mean it

b*t*h, I'm still turnt
And I hit her
Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)

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