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Wale

Genres: Hip-Hop

Running Back Lyrics - 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 this shit 

The money be coming in, the money be coming in 

 

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Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck 

Since Jesus and 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 

 

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 this shit 

The money be coming in, the money be coming in 

 

These bitches want money stacks 

Me? I want a hundred stacks 

These bitches selling their soul 

Well, I want my money back 

She bounce it like jumping 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 everything 

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 

 

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 this shit 

The money be coming in, the money be coming in 

 

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 

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