Runnin With LUCKI

[Intro]
Ayy, oh, ayy
Ayy, run this shit back
Ayy, ayy, we ain't trippin' on that money shit
Ayy, ooh, ayy

[Chorus]
Made this shit back yesterday
We ain't trippin' on that money shit
I gotta be more cautious of who I'm runnin' with
I wouldn't ride no point because what my brother did
She really want me wrapped up, that's some sucka shit

[Verse]
I gotta be more cautious of these hustlin' bitches
Pour that codeine dark, and the Perc' done took my mental
I can't give you no light 'cause I got tunnel vision
Money can't make no clock, love don't cost you nothin'
She take better pics in the Benz, she don't like straights 'cause they hot
How my heart finna hate, tell mama I'm alright
Hope bro stick to the script, you got my life with you Doc
Money can't make no clock, one day it's not gon' tock
She hopin' I'm gon' rot, and I'm hoping Wock won't stop
Take my heart while you got
Money can't make no clock
She hopin' I'm gon' rot, and I'm hoping Wock won't stop
Take my heart while you got, ay