Album Name

Running Back (Feat. Lil Wayne)

Artist

Wale

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.01.20

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Running Back (Feat. Lil Wayne) - Wale
Bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling
don't you give 'em no
gun again
These bitches be flying
out yeah
'cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in
the money be coming in
The money be coming in
the money be coming in
See you niggas just run
your mouth yeah
My niggas we run this shit
The money be coming in
the money be coming in
Look my bitch is on Tumblr
your bitch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus and Nazareth
the realest you've come across
I be with killers just
coming home
They only hope is me
and the Quran
They only wish is
for a new chain
But they stuck up
in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked
see the moon's
where it's sunny at
And I move
where the realest be
And the quickest
see baby
you gettin' lapped
Yeah the DMV on the map
That's a city
two states if you can count
I'm as real as I say I never lie
So whenever I go
know I'm runnin' back
Bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling
don't you give 'em no
gun again
These bitches be flying out
yeah 'cause money
be coming in
Said the money be coming in
the money be coming in
The money be coming in
the money be coming in
See you niggas just run
your mouth yeah
My niggas we run this shit
The money be coming in
the money be coming in
These bitches want money stacks
Me I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks
but she got a funny ass
Look what them booty
shots done to that
That bitch need her money back
Lord
She like the finer things
she said I sent her a
diamond ring
She say I buy her
all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out
and everything
I cut the bitch off
like a thread of string
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all
believe everything
That's why I get high
about every day
All of this fog like the
weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine
snow flurry gang
And we do not play
games 'bout money mane
She do something
strange for money mane
Yeah I used to play
running back
I turnt that football to a
money bag
I'm gone
Bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling
don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out yeah
'cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in
the money be coming in
The money be coming in
the money be coming in
See you niggas just run
your mouth yeah
My niggas we run this shit
The money be coming in
the money be coming in
Balling
balling
We balling we balling
We balling we balling
Balling
balling
hey darling
hey darling
Sweet darling
hey darling
you know we ballin'
We balling
We balling
We balling
Wale fuck with me
Mula baby
Yeah Blue Moon yeah
We gon' ball all season
whole season and post-season
For no reason fuck with me