Me

Oh, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Hold on, bae, wait, hold on, bae, wait

Hold on, ah-na (The Beat Asylum)

Running out of, ayy

See me, I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me

I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me

I don't walk it baby, I'ma run it, me, yeah (Joey Rock Marley)

I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me

I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me

I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me, ayy, ayy

It's me, I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me

I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me

I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me, yeah-ayy-ayy

She told me she in love with me, and that's lovely

She kinda bad, but her attitude ugly to, me

I'm fuckin' that bitch then I leave, and she can't believe, yeah, Houdini it's me, yeah

Abracadabra, put the pussy on the platter, yeah

I thought the bitch was security, the way she give me pat downs

All I ever do is rap now, yeah I had to put the packs down

It's me, rock star out the trap house

I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me

I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me

I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me, ayy, ayy

It's me, I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me

I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me

I don't walk it baby girl, I run it, me, yeah-ayy-ayy

She wanna get in my ride, it ain't for me to decide

Babe, if the feelin' is right, you can do whatever you like

That's on me, as long as we keepin' it lowkey

And we dodgin' the police, 'cause they think that they know me, when they don't even know me

No-no-no, I ain't goin out sad, look, I'm winnin' and makin' them mad

I know some bitches that do anything for the cash

Last night was so fun, yeah I had a blast, damn they gotta run it back

I remember doin' Xan' bars in class, I ain't wanna do the math

I'm with niggas that be takin' other niggas cash, put the money in the bag

Hit his bitch from the back, she ain't know how to act, kick her out after that

Then run up a check in my durag, all these niggas be stealin' the Juice swag

They lookin' like how did he do that, got a gun in my hand I'ma shoot that

All these niggas got something to prove, but I know they ain't finna prove that

He tellin' me what he gon' do, but I know he ain't finna do that

And we ain't got nothing to lose, my niggas pull up and they shoot

It ain't my fault I got more money than you do

I told her handle my dirty work, baby go make yourself useful

I be livin' in the fast lane, shit you ain't used to

Hey, I ain't lookin' for a main thing, I'm tryna use you, ayy