[Intro]
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the block, I’m all about the doughty
I just hit my jeweler for another rolli
Pussy boy, you ain't spraying, can’t cock or reload it
Fuck your bitch, and I ain't sorry, go forget like Dory

Lil mamma want balenciaga, for starters
She gonna go and call me real big papa, she lover
All these bitches thirsty, need some water, don't have em
Hustle coming straight up outta harlem, they oughta

Straight up sign onto, bitch try coming for this dick
But she ain't getting shit (no no no)
Get a lot of friends when you make it
But who was with the kid when they had shit?

[Chorus]
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, Imma get it on the lay
Told my lil shorty, I’mma make, I’mma take it, shit
I ain't taking no breaks
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, I’mma get it on the lay
'Til you see me stunting, I be flexing
I ain't fronting, I'mma do just what I say

[Verse 2]
Only wanna to fuck with COD
Cash all day, ready to go before the PO creep
Ready to leave in case a motherfucker try to sneak (diss)
Then I have my chick, go get your bitch, and we in
In a drop top, empty lot, exotic doobie lit
When the bottle pop, cones is hot, all these floozies in
I ain't trying stop, money plot, get my whole team rich
I don't wanna lie, just like the gwop, and show 'em I'm the shit

[Chorus]
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, Imma get it on the lay
Told my lil shorty, I’mma make, I’mma take it, shit
I ain't taking no breaks
Running for the money, and I’m running
I ain’t stopping, I’mma get it on the lay
'Til you see me stunting, I be flexing
I ain't fronting, I'mma do just what I say