Me

Oh, oh, yeah Yeah, yeah Hold on, bae, wait Hold on, bae, wait Hold on (TheBeatAsylum) Running out of, uh See me I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me I don't walk it baby, I'ma run it, me Yeah (Joey Rock Marley) Me I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me It's me I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me I don't walk it baby girl I run it, me (Ayy, ayy) It's me I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me (Ayy) She told me she in love with me, and that's lovely She kinda bad, but her attitude ugly to, me I'm fuckin' that bitch then I leave And she can't believe (Yeah) Houdini it's me Abracadabra, put the pussy on the platter I thought the bitch was security, the way she give me pat downs All I ever do is rap now, yeah I had to put the packs down It's me, rock star out the trap house I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me I don't walk it baby girl I run it, me (Ayy, ayy) It's me I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me (Ayy) She wanna get in my ride, it ain't for me to decide Babe, if the feelin' is right, you can do whatever you like That's on me, as long as we keepin' it lowkey And we dodgin' the police, 'cause they think that they know me When they don't even know me No, no, no I ain't goin out sad I'm winnin' and makin' them mad I know some bitches that do anything for the cash Last night was so fun, yeah I had a blast Damn they gotta run it back I remember doin' Xan' bars in class, I ain't wanna do the math I'm with niggas that be takin' other niggas cash Put the money in the bag Hit his bitch from the back, she ain't know how to act Kick her out after that Then run up a check in my durag All these niggas be stealin' the Juice swag They lookin' like how did he do that, got a gun in my hand I'ma shoot that All these niggas got something to prove, but I know they ain't finna prove that He tellin' me what he gon' do, but I know he ain't finna do that And we ain't got nothing to lose, my niggas pull up and they shoot It ain't my fault I got more money than you do I told her handle my dirty work, baby go make yourself useful I be livin' in the fast lane, shit you ain't used to Hey, I ain't lookin' for a main thing, I'm tryna use you