Lyrics NâNâ - Payko

(Nana Nana & I hear the blah blah then I'm runnin' down
Nana Nana & I hear the blah blah then I'm runnin' down)

Nana Nana, Ya I hear the BULL'BLAH
Then I'm runnin' down, Ya ya ya ya
Said I'm runnin' down, had to run it up
I can't let you bastards chalk me out, Oh Nana Nana
Right now I see da money, all I hear is gun sounds, ya
That's da only thang dat ever calm dat baby down now
They tell me dat they love me but they never comin' round here
Fake love come from haters cuz they hate a nigga made it there

30 racks for breakfast I thank God a nigga made it here
I'm tryna beat da slavery but nigga keep on switchin whips
Ride in new Mercedes B, Im ridin' round wit Blueface Nips
My homie got McGrady knees, he shoot so much he switchin' clips

Put dem sticks in Durango's my shooters wit me
So I'm droppin' da top & I'm swervin' da potholes
She love my vibrato, dis dope Colorado
Get geeked out my face what I do wit myself
I was seeing da money & hearin' da clips
I can't play wit my nose, I be tasting dese hunnids
I heard she got McGrady knees, I'm tryna fuck on Mulatto

Nana Nana, Ya I hear the BULL'BLAH
Then I'm runnin' down, Ya ya ya ya
Said I'm runnin' down, had to run it up
I can't let you bastards chalk me out, Oh Nana Nana
Right now I see da money, all I hear is gun sounds, ya
That's da only thang dat ever calm dat baby down now
They tell me dat they love me but they never comin' round here
Fake love come from haters cuz they hate a nigga made it there

My pistol my attire
So I'm walkin' round wit safety-wear
30 racks 2 clips I made it there
Free smoke like a barber get faded there
If it's up there it's stuck there, I'm str8 out da 6
Gotta bad lil bitch wit da baby hairs
I see da top of her lash when she gimme sum hair, ya
I jus talked to GT, I feel like YB
They can't gimme da chair
Big bro got tied, I was steppin' on necks
I'm hackin' computers wit shooters
My trappers & scammers b wiping down checks
Ain't no wiping my nose you better show me respect
I'm spillin' dis lean for the dead, yaa
Putta fork in ya noodle they wackin' ya head
If you ever cross da gun line