Lyrics Run Me My Money - Yung Gravy

It's Gravy, Baby
We packin' Diamond Pistols

Tell your momma 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, (Gravy, ayy)

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 the philly price
Serenade your momma 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 momma takin' Gravy out to paradise

Tell your momma 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, (oh, ayy, ayy)

Gravy in this bitch, so you know I got the thang poppin'
Hasselhoff your bae in the bay, call it Baywatchin'
Hittin' three hoes three time, (woah), Klay Thompson
Call that bitch Kim Jong Un, have some brainwashin'
Fuckin' with your momma 'cause my ex be on some hoe shit
Got your momma crackin' it and shakin' like a glowstick
Sent me twenty texts, talkin' 'bout she want some more dick
Let me get some minutes, and I find out with my bonus

When we met
It was face down, ass up
I didn't know you were ballin'
I didn't know you racked up
But now that I know
Need the all-pink Porsche with the Fogiato rims
Yeah
I need a '68 Chevelle with the spinners on the side

Tell your momma 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, (oh, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, yeah
Oh, that's real good