On The Run

(Always tryna get a bag for myself) (I been on a run) [Aye Zoowe!, You got the deuce?] I been on the run, always tryna catch a bag for myself Lanvins got me running fast through the Sandlot They got me jumping higher like the P.F. Flyers Taking all my words, you a BMI'er Imma publish a book my opinion higher (Opinion higher) Yea, My Momma always tried to keep me from the bad things in this world but I got addicted to fire I been on the drugs, Mmm (Hey, hey don't go out bad on me now) (We still got a lot of work to do now) I been on the run, I been on a run Yea, I been having fun, I poured my bitch a cup When I'm countin' my money up in this bitch yea, yea, I'm a player not a thug I like dirty runtz, I'm a pimp not a player When I smoke out the zip I'm a facer He need to get a grip or Imma take her She so fine how she hittin' that blunt Yves Saint Laurent what I'm puttin' on I cannot whine 'cause I been so up I switch up my style, I'm bipolar Been doing this a while Bitch give me head, this your trial She still trying to figure herself out Acting real wild, drinking every time she go out (Hoe!) (Hey, yea Hey!) I been on the run, always tryna catch a bag for myself Lanvins got me running fast through the Sandlot They got me jumping higher like the P.F. Flyers Taking all my words, you a BMI'er Imma publish a book my opinion higher Yea, My Momma always tried to keep me from the bad things in this world but I got addicted to fire (Woah, woah) I been on the drugs, Mmm (Hey, hey don't go out bad on me now) (We still got a lot of work to do now) I been on the run, I been on a run (I been on a run) (I been on a run) I be on a run I be on a run (Yea yea, yea yea) (Yea yea, yea yea) [Aye Zoowe! You got the deuce?]