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moneyatmidnight – who run it (remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
i just need to get this sh-t off my chest
need another edible lay down and rest
i don’t really give a f-ck no more
if you don’t like me then you know where you can go
don’t care about what she say
just text me tell me where yo’ n-gga stay
at night, see the stars throw them b-tches in the ceiling
but i can’t cause the top be missing
n-ggas be sending shots and you know they missing
yea moneybangin
come grab you where your chain don’t hang
i don’t do cocaine but i’ll still f-ck up a brick
everytime they say who done it?
wanna know what i did, who i been with
n-gga i just might f-ck up yo’ sh-t
like a b-tch i used to know, with some blond weave
her tracks and her -ss need to both leave, no f-cks given
deliver shots like a carrier pigeon
jiminy cricket lookin -ss n-gga
actin’ like you all that but where your figures?
bout as thick as a book, if smack you with one
you might break, d-mn i’m shook
some n-ggas need to learn how to drive
hoppin’ in definition suicide
same thing goes if you f-ckin’ with me
buzz a b-tch just like jeopardy
b-tches be showing they -ss for attention
think you bad, but yo look like trash
eyebrows too big that sh-t be fake
dumb-ss tryna play in the shark tank
lil fish b-tch and yea i was talkin’ ’bout you
n-gga, that’s why you got -ss beat
but i ain’t finna spill no tea no shade
yo’ boyfriend sweet like minute maid
he got a lotta sugar in his tank
don’t be surprised if you catch him drinking out of mine
f-ck you, and f-ck you, that’s all imma say on this line

[verse 2]
i know you like it when i switch rhymes
try to run up it’s fist time
tryna figure out who to sh-t on next
drip from my walk like sauce/dex
n-ggas don’t know what the f-ck i can do
think i’m finna lose b-tch i’m finna show you
these days everybody so fake
that’s why i gotta mind my business, stack the cake
i know i gotta get mine, while you stuck at a 9 to 8
why y’all keep hatin’ on a n-gga?
why you can’t be great with a n-gga?
why you gotta be so fake to a n-gga?
ask me these days i’m doing the d-mn same thing
gettin the money that’ll never change ’till i’m in the box
come suck my d-ck and then kick rocks
it’s like yo’ girl put yo -ss in a headlock
and no i don’t really f-ck with you anymore
your girlfriend pimped you out for a year like a wh0r-
but i sip the tea cause that ain’t none of mine
get the gl-ss plates, yea it’s supper time
these n-ggas really don’t want nun
might pull out a knife, might pull out a gun
might pull out a wraith, might hop in a skate
might f-ck my face, f-cked 3 times today
n-ggas be playing too much, always got my name in your mouth, talkin’ sh-t just like a b-tch
got a problem imma pull up no huggie
p-ssy you soft like teletubbie
i ain’t playin’ no buddy buddy
now i’m back to dissin, you a b-tch, hatin’ is your only mission
you needa get you some bread, mind your own buisness
run up if you ain’t scared
they ask who run it, moneyatmidnight the only one who run it

[outro]
i’m the only one who run it
yea n-gga, i’m the only one who run it
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
i’m the only one who run it
i’m the only one that run it in the ‘ville
laugh at you like dave chapelle
yea i run it, #blackfriday2
yea you know it’s coming this summer

- moneyatmidnight lyrics

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