Run to the Money Yella Beezy

[Intro]
Yeah
Shun On Da Beat

[Chorus]
Big chain, sippin' fours
Cuban link, they're drippin' gold
Ballin' all off a ho
I'm a dog, yeah, I know
Got it all out the bowl
One in the head, yeah, locked and loaded
Choppin' raw on the stove
Your bitch gon' call for that pole
Don't make me walk down your bros
And lil' bitch stalking, yeah, for sure
You might think I'm crazy now
Well business up, ain't like before
I'm in love with my .40, I gun at a nigga throat
I'ma run to that money

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Cuban link with the piece and chain
Your nigga hatin' then he's a lame
Don't fuck without her, she's some game
Heard he throwin' salt, then he need some game
No shit about leeching, man
Y'all keep talking, last nigga reaching, man
Used to ride like some priests, man
Now I'm hopping out of Wagens, G's and things
Bitch, I'm a hustler, yeah, I got the funds
Fuck all that fussing, bitch, I got the gun
You pussy, be capping, be popping your gums
You want all the smoke, well I pop at your lungs
I'm too trigger happy, be popping for fun
Yeah, for the bands, I'm still popping them drums
Ran up that sack, went and got me a fund
So happy I got a bitch and got insurance
I might make your bitch cheese a little
Chopper start nuttin' if I squeeze a little
Hollow tips, I Swiss cheese a nigga
Why you cuff the ho if she easy, nigga?
Cool out, be easy, nigga
'Fore I make her run to C Breezy, nigga
I never fucked around with sleazy niggas
I just fucked the ho because she pleased a nigga