Run Me My Money Yung Gravy

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[Intro]
It's Gravy, baby
We packin' Diamond Pistols

[Chorus]
Tell your mama run me my money! (Ayy, yeah)
She got way too much to count (She's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (Family phone bill)
Put my name on the bank account
(Ooo, Gravy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Plain Jane Patek costs 80k, Jerry Rice
She be sippin' rosé, Gravy sippin' Cherry Sprite
Shawty got the vice grip, all my ladies very tight
Gravy Train, sugar baby, I can keep it fairly priced
Serenade your mama like I'm Barry White
Gravy in the cut, that's a scary sight
Yelling Yahtzee, shawty got a pair of dice
Got your wealthy mama takin' Gravy out to paradise

[Chorus]
Tell your mama run me my money! (Ayy, yeah)
She got way too much to count (She's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (Family phone bill)
Put my name on the bank account (Ooh, ayy, ayy)

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