Текст песни Run To the Money - Excs Eeze

Here we go

Run run
Run to the money

Run run
You better
Run to the money

Run run
Run to the money

I gotta move

Run run
Run to the money

Run run
You better
Run to the money

Run run
Run to the money

I gotta move

I aint a slave to a dollar
But living off air won't feed my daughter
Or my son
Fuck the one I'm the two bitch
Lil hoe gave me brain till she stupid
Wanna throw us in the mix with cupid
Ok
Whats up
Let's do this
You be my computer love now let's get booted
Yea she freak and I'm thinking I should i keep
Long as she keep us between us
The head was on death row
But the pussy game was on ruthless
I'm the definition that time pays
My niggas definition that crime pays
I ain't gotta dollar none of mine say
Better maneuver to the bag segway
Ye and skateboard was sensei
Ice cream beepers time to get paid
Old games these hoes play
Send them bitches atari
Smoke so much so i don't run
I relate with shacarri

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Cause I gotta move
Cause I gotta move
Cause I gotta move

Cash rules everything around me cream get the money
Chase a dollar dollar bill
Keep my poker face so Im seeing straight and emotions concealed
The hustle for the green piece of paper turn you savage
Shit it'll make a nigga kill
Hustle with a sweet tooth for a better life
Romelo shit sugar hill

My cousin called me for the sit down
Pulled out a new tre pound
All them niggas tried to flex
Fuck that
They getting laid down
Ran up on niggas like whats up now
Bitch ass niggas aint tough now
Who figured he pull the trigger
Who figured he pull the trigger

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Cash rules everything around me cream get the money
Cash rules everything around me cream get the money
Cash rules everything around me cream get the money
Cash rules everything around me cream get the money

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