Runna Man

Chasing the checks, it's a hundred bands Shoot up the opps, do the running man She see the blink, stick it through the pants Stack it so big, it'll pop a band Chasing the chop, do the running man Mm, mm, mm I'm bagging it up, it's a hundred grams Mm, mm, mm She love the way that I do my dance I cook it up, I'mma use the pans I bag it up, it's a hundred grams I sell it off, to the hundred grand I bust a chop, do the running man Mm, mm, mm I bust a chop, do the running man Mm, mm, mm I throw some packs to a hundred grand I'm out here busting the chops Don't call my phone, cause we not friends I'm out here getting this guap I put a blink up up on my pants And now she out of her bra I ain't bout to move for a couple grams She better off get the whole stock Like, like Watch how they move, cause they talk to cops I'm not in the mood, cause you hang with opps Smoking on who, you don't gotta knock Like, like I keep a tool and the safe on' lock Clip on full, all you hear is the gloa I gotta go, now I'm dodging cops Like, like You was a fool, you chasing thots I get the money, put it in the box Used to keep work stuffed in the socks Like like Fiends put work in they mouth Can't get the work at the house Wholesale double the amount I'm busting my route Chasing the checks is a hundred grand Shoot up the opps, do the running man She say the blink stick up on pans Stack it so big, it'll pop a band Chasing the chop, do the running man Mm, mm, mm I'm bagging it up, it's a hundred grams Mm, mm, mm She love the way that I do my dance I cook it up, I'mma use the pans I bag it up, it's a hundred grams I sell It off is a hundred grand I bust a chop, do the running man Mm, mm, mm I bust a chop, do the running man Mm, mm, mm