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 niggas upset

Run through the money, run

I'm just tryna run through it

Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it

All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight

Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it

Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette

Hit the block, make 'em upset

I ain't done yet

Girl, I'm on a cash route

Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out

I'm on a money mission, bitch

You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it

So I can blow your back out

I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryng to make some money

My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry

Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you

Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny

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 niggas upset

Run through the money, run

Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go

If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow

Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper

Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture

I grab the baddest bitches out the group

Let 'em ride, drop the roof

Pop that pussy out the coupe

Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot

I never sleep, that's why i got way more than you got

Vegas Strip, it's a bet, take this shit on a jet

Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set

Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring

I'm the king, king of talking shit

Maybe piss through a check

Got that cash bag when you see him

Money Mitch, hashtag, three M's

Nigga, money makin' Mitch

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 niggas upset

Run through the money, run

Run through the money, run

Run through the money, run

Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch

Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I

I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes

That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles

Black rose generals when I hit the court

My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four

At the last supper tryna eat a fiest

My last two bitches 100 mill a piece

Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down

I dab all them bitches; D. Brown

You know that paper longer than chain smokin'

I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt

I'm running through the paper way before the deal

Way before puff gave me all the meals

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 niggas upset

Run through the money, run

Run through the money, run

Run through the money, run