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Run Me My Money
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Jay Park
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(Run me my money) I came in the game, paid all my dues f**k all the fame, break all the rules Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) I came in the game, paid all my dues f**k all the fame, break all the rules Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) Cut the sh*t and just cut the check Don't need Ms on the views to tell yous to come correct I ain't a vet, but I'm working on it Been in the trenches, climbing barbed wire fences n***a, I really want it Without hands in the dirt, you don't fetch the worm Respect gets earned and that's how necks get turned The lessons you thought you taught, you were next to learn We struck iron while it's hot, tryna catch a perm, ah Headshots to whoever comes next in turn I spit hot fire, God bless the burned I done split more tires on the road to riches Than most of you know and I don't even f**k with y’all b*t*hes We wanna be heard and you prefer to mumble Actions speak louder than words, so ready set the runner Don't send my money by bird, I wanna feel the hundreds Count it out, don't round it out, and not a penny under I came in the game, paid all my dues f**k all the fame, break all the rules Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) I came in the game, paid all my dues f**k all the fame, break all the rules Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) I'll sing a tune that'll get your chick wet Bustin' moves, yeah, clean as Windex My bars dope, can't pass a p*ss test Catch me outside, you get chin checked If you don't know by now, we don't f**k around Change my name from Jay Park to Jay Sean 'cause it's goin' down, down Let me give a shout out, Gifted Gab and Blimes Brixx Gettin' high with this music, but I ain't talkin' Soundcloud We get the bag, you get body bagged, heart attack I'ma stash the paper to the ceiling, we get all the cash Stomach makin' noises, hungry all the time, livin' fast Riding for the crew too hard but we never crash I came in the game, paid all my dues f**k all the fame, break all the rules Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) I came in the game, paid all my dues f**k all the fame, break all the rules Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money) Man, salute to Jay, he spit nasty like tooth decay We need y'all to show receipts on all the dues you've paid We think your views are fake, tense 'cause we got more at stake You still making boring music, homie, you ignoring fate Blimes and I too fly if I'm being honest Lace ya, brace ya self like an orthodontist f**k around and catch a vibe, you'll get more than promised Jay ain't for the play, pay or you get demolished We stackin' healthy views, yeah, they all organic Don't call it cancer, two more queens 'bout to join Commanders Climb the ranks in silence, all the Cardi-Nicki banter When we go bananas, they all ears like a c*cker spaniel Grip the handle, c*ck the Glock, sittin' on the top mantle Mama bustin' shots at the ops without a preamble Yolk at my folks and you'll be scrambled, ha No, it's not a joke, you ain't seen us on the Revolt channel? Gold in the bag, bag, bag on my hip Countin' green in the Mark, tire marks when I dip Gold, gold in the bag, put the bag on the bed Can't sleep on the coin, no sheep in the head
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