Run It Back

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Espiino

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Look, I told him get the f*ck up out my face before I spaz out
Meet me at the ATM so I can get that cash out
I'm runnin' up them bands, he said he wanna be my mans now
I told him it ain't possible unless he brings the stash out
Real bitch, I got him right where I want him at
Put him straight to sleep, he said that he gon' have a heart attack
The starter pack, I'm way too pretty for the quarterback
And when I spend that check I tell him "boy you better run it back"
I was gone for a minute but I'm taking back the title, making verses with a dictionary like It Is a bible
She got a small waist, no lipo
Married to the money, I ain't talking no bridal
You go back and forth on the internet
I go back and forth just to get a check
Any bitch in my way, I just step on their neck
She talking real crazy, I put her in check
I'm on my thot shit like Megan, you on your opp shit no feddin'
I just came to get the bread, and don't forget the pasta feta
Everything goes my way like Fetty, talking crazy you'll regret it
Got the sauce I vinaigrette it, if I want it I go get it
I don't beef on Instagram 'cause boy I ain't no hater, no
Don't get mad at me when I say I don't wanna date you, woah
Love ain't my priority, I'm tryna get the paper, yuh
Because at the end of the day, my name is gon' be what makes you hoe
Look, I told him get the f*ck up out my face before I spaz out
Meet me at the ATM so I can get that cash out
I'm runnin' up them bands, he said he wanna be my mans now
I told him it ain't possible unless he brings the stash out
Real bitch, I got him right where I want him at
Put him straight to sleep, he said that he gon' have a heart attack
The starter pack, I'm way too pretty for the quarterback
And when I spend that check I tell him "boy you better run it back"
They be talking 'bout ice like that means something
Think you stopping the grind? You a dummy dummy
Give a f*ck what you think, I want money money
When I hop on the beat, leave it bloody bloody
I done came in the game, now they're running from me
Used to talk on the net, now they're buddy-buddy
No, I don't wanna link, you got nothing for me
With the clownery, these bitches funny funny
I was the only one in my city to rap
Now everyone wanna spit and it's trash
Most of them cap 'bout them getting a bag
Yeah bitch, I'm broke but you're going out sad
I be the only one spitting the truth bitch
That ain't a grill, that's a crown on your tooth
I go ballistic when up in the booth
I never take L's bitch I take W's
I came in the game and I'm making them mad
F*ck an opinion, I'm chasing the bag
They thought it was over, I step on the gas
I hop in the uber, I tell him to dash
I spit fast, don't run fast
Don't want nothing but a lot of cash
They done came in with the light jabs
I'm the double 'I' with the pretty fashion
Look, I told him get the f*ck up out my face before I spaz out
Meet me at the ATM so I can get that cash out
I'm runnin' up them bands, he said he wanna be my mans now
I told him it ain't possible unless he brings the stash out
Real bitch, I got him right where I want him at
Put him straight to sleep, he said that he gon' have a heart attack
The starter pack, I'm way too pretty for the quarterback
And when I spend that check I tell him "boy you better run it back"

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