Running Back

Wale

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    Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
    These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run the city
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in

    [Wale]
    Look, my bitch is on Tumblr
    Your bitch need a tummy tuck
    Since Jesus of Nazareth
    The realest you've come across
    I be with killers just coming home
    They only hope is me and the Quran
    They only wish is for a new chain
    But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
    I get the money stacked
    See the moon's where it's sunny at
    And I move where the realest be
    And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped
    Yeah, the DMV on the map
    That's a city, two states if you can count
    I'm as real as I say, I never lie
    So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back

    [Wale]
    Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
    These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run the city
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in

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    [Lil Wayne]
    These bitches want money stacks
    Me? I want a hundred stacks
    These bitches sellin' they soul
    Well, I want my money back
    She bounce it like jumpin' jacks
    But she got a funny ass
    Look what them booty shots done to that
    That bitch need her money back, Lord
    She like the finer things
    She said I sent her a diamond ring
    She say I buy her all kinds of things
    She lie about everything
    I put her on time out and everything
    I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
    These hoes'll say about anything
    'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
    That's why I get high about every day
    All of this fog like the weather change
    Turn the strip club to a hurricane
    We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
    And we do not play games 'bout money, mane
    She do something strange for money, mane
    Yeah, I used to play running back
    I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone

    [Wale]
    Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
    These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run the city
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in

    [Lil Wayne & (Wale)]
    We balling, we balling
    Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
    Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin'
    We balling, Wale, fuck with me
    Mula baby
    Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
    We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season
    For no reason, fuck with me

    Song details

    Composition: Lil Wayne, Olubowale Akintemehin, and Spinz

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