
Run Me My Money Blimes and Gab (Ft. Jay Park (박재범))
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[Chorus: Jay Park]
(Run me my money)
I came in the game, paid all my dues
Fuck 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
Fuck all the fame, break all the rules
Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag
Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)
[Verse 1: Gab & Blimes]
Cut the shit 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
Nigga, 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 fuck with y’all bitches
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
(Run me my money)
I came in the game, paid all my dues
Fuck 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
Fuck all the fame, break all the rules
Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag
Now shut yo ass up (Run me my money)
[Verse 1: Gab & Blimes]
Cut the shit 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
Nigga, 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 fuck with y’all bitches
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
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