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moneybros - who run it remix by lil flex lyrics

verse 1 (lil flex)

who run paulding like me
who run cobb like me
who run the metro like me
who run yo b-tch like me
who toting sticks like me
who ice they wrist like me
who got a b-tch like me
who getting chips like me

all of these n-ggas they broke and they b-tches
i get the money and count all my riches
whole lotta talk about why i’m so viscous
cuz n0body run it like me

i know some real n-ggas toting them straps
i got some real n-ggas holding it back
all of these n-ggas is paulding is wack
i’m just gonna keep running it up like track

murder these n-ggas, you can’t even trace it
all of you n-ggas is basic
i get the blunts and i face it
you get the money and waste it

i ain’t really ain’t from here
but i got shooters who gun here
and i b-tches who f-ck here
so uh really who run here

n-gga my name is lil flex
the n-gga who running them checks
n-gga my name is e weezy
running this sh-t too easy
f-cking yo b-tch too easy
getting this money too easy
so if anyone asks who run this sh-t
tell em the n-gga e weezy

verse 2 (g herbo)

if you grabbin’ that torch, better carry it (better carry it)
tryna hide on that porch on some scary sh-t (f-ck yeah)
all i smoke is loud, you got that mild like darius (yeah)
my son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
we yell, “gang-gang first,” you don’t even know your heritage (b-tch)
took the cash from verses, i give that sh-t to charity
lovin’ my city like chano, i swear
why the f-ck i still gotta ride everywhere with it?
“herb i seen you on the news, i was worried”
we was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
we don’t talk too much, got d’s everywhere (everywhere)
we still fresh, double g’s everywhere (everywhere)
i put the vv’s everywhere (everywhere)
i do mike amiri’s, every pair
and they know me for sh-ttin’ on everybody
i’m the one that do sh-t that you hear about
i’m the one that told y’all that i move like obama
then how the f-ck they end up with my whereabouts?
why the got the [?]
middle of summer, hot like a sauna
we was laid back in the back of the honda
told youngin’ sneak up, anaconda
it ain’t happen, i wasn’t there, your honor
i was somewhere eatin’ benihana’s
get valet and lil’ benny to park it
all my life i had been in apartments
move to valley, get a crib, i’m ballin’
my b-tch always primpin’, keep ballin’
yes i’m a lil’ workaholic
hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
i’ma just make her count all of ’em
but i get the backend all blues
nah don’t f-ck around, bruh, do all of it
know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
already got a closet, all shoes
bought 10 pairs of baby g-fazos
and my b-tch got a closet with some loubs
cashed out on the crib, i ain’t get the view
i’m like, “f-ck it, no problem, it’ll do”
mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
we had roaches and rats, i ain’t get to move
i survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
slept on couches and floors all through middle school
now i’m cool, now i’m ‘bool
now my car go vroom, (vroom)
n-ggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
guess i got rich too soon
n-gga, i’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
i seen ten n-ggas get k!lled
what about me turnin’ down them deals? (huh)
now you p-ssed off ’cause i switched wheels?

[outro]
uh, who run it? limit
no limit run it
no limit
who run it? g herbo
i’m done with this sh-t

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