paroles de chanson Run Me My Money - Yung Gravy
It's
Gravy,
baby,
ooh
(we're
packin'
diamond
pistols)
Tell
your
mama,
"Run
me
my
money"
(ayy)
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
a
bank
account
(baby,
ayy,
ayy)
Plane
Jane
Patek
costs
80k,
Jerry
Rice
She
be
sippin'
Rose,
Gravy
sippin'
cherry
Sprite
Shawty
got
the
vice
grip,
all
my
ladies
very
tight
Gravy
train,
sugar
baby,
I
can
keep
the
family
price
Serenade
your
mama
like
I'm
Barry
White
Gravy
in
the
cut,
that's
a
scary
sight
Yellin'
Yahtzee,
shawty
got
a
pair
of
dice
Got
your
wealthy
mom
takin'
Gravy
out
to
paradise
Tell
your
mama,
"Run
me
my
money"
(ayy)
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
a
bank
account
(aye,
aye,
yeah)
Gravy
in
this
b-,
so
you
know
I
got
the
thang
poppin'
I
saw
half
your
bae
in
the
Bay,
call
it
Bay
Watchin'
Hittin'
three
-,
three
times,
Klay
Thompson
Call
that
-,
Kim
Jung-Un,
how
she
brainwashin'
With
your
mama,
'cause
my
ex
be
on
some
- shit
Got
your
mama
crackin'
it,
and
shakin'
like
a
glow
stick
Sent
me
20
texts
talkin'
'bout
she
want
some
more
-
Let
me
get
some
minutes,
and
I'll
find
out
where
my
phone
is
When
we
met
It
was
face
down,
- up
I
didn't
know
you
were
ballin'
I
didn't
know
you
racked
up
But
now
that
I
know
Need
an
all
pink
Porsche
with
the
Forgiato
rims,
yeah
I
need
a
60
inch
fill
with
spinners
on
the
side
Tell
your
mama,
"Run
me
my
money"
(ayy)
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
a
bank
account
(aye,
aye,
yeah)
I
need
you
Oh,
that's
real
good
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