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[Verse 1]
We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
[Verse 2]
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them **** upset
[Verse 3]
I'm just tryna make a run through it
Heard them **** making threats, tell 'em, come do it
All my **** with the shit, even in a fist fight
Bet the **** still gon' bring a gun to it
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I'm just tryna pull in a Vette
Hit the block, make them upset
I ain't done yet, girl, I'm on the cash route
Muhfuck love, young **** tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch, you looking for attention
Tryna make a **** kick it, so I can blow your back out
[Verse 5]
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryna make some money
My **** got kids and all of them babies hungry
I gotta feed them hitters, they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of your pussy **** wanna act funny
[Verse 6]
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them **** upset
Run through the money, run
[Verse 7]
That **** Puffy back on shit, now here we go
If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow
Money making Mitchy was a cash flipper
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
[Verse 8]
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let them ride, drop the roof, pop that pussy out the coupe
Blew the, blew the, blew the, blew the, blew the, blew the, uh
I never sleep, that's why I got more than you got
[Verse 9]
Vegas strip is the bed, taking shit on a jet
Bad boy, never fake and switching the set
Haters kiss the baguettes and the ring
I'm the king, king of talking shit, name a pistol to a check
Got that cash back when you see him, money Mitch, three M's
Money making Mitch, money money making Mitch
[Verse 10]
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
Tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them **** upset
Run through the money, run
[Verse 11]
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
Running through the paper like I'm Allen I
I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyle
[Verse 12]
Black Rose, generals when I hit the court
My **** ballin' like Fast Five, Final Four, we here
At the last supper tryna eat a feast
My last two bitches, hundred mill a piece
[Verse 13]
Blow it back, your body disappear waist down
I dab on them bitches, D Brown
And know that paper longer than a chainsmoker
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt
Runnin' through the paper way before the deal
Way before Puff gave me all the mills
[Verse 14]
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm just tryna, run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them **** upset
Run through the money, run
[Verse 15]
Ayo, Puff, talk to me, yo, French
Run through the money, run
Y'all gonna do this from New York, right?
New York, muhfuckers, where we don't play
I'ma do this for the 305, 305 my second home
Run through the money, run
This a mention of 305, I see you
Run through the money, run
Don't let nothing stop you, man
Don't let nothing stop you
Written by: Carlos Coleman, David Moise, Donny Flores, Elvis Milord, Karim Kharbouch, Samuel Jimenez, Sean Combs