Wale – Running Back (feat. Lil Wayne)

These hoes’ll say about anything
I turnt that football to a money bag, I’m gone
My niggas, we run this shit
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
They only wish is for a new chain
We balling, we balling
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
Mula baby!

These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back
I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
For no reason, fuck with me
Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
[Outro: Lil Wayne & (Wale)]
Well, I want my money back
And we do not play games ’bout money, mane
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
They only hope is me and the Quran

That bitch need her money back, Lord
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
Yeah, the DMV on the map
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
That’s why I get high about everything
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
And I move where the realest be

She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Me? I want a hundred stacks
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
[Hook: Wale]
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet

The money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
We balling, Wale, fuck with me
Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
That’s a city, two states if you can count
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
I put her on time out and everything
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
She lie about everything
[Verse 1: Wale]
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
[Hook: Wale]
These bitches want money stacks
She say I buy her all kinds of things
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
Look what them booty shots done to that
Yeah, I used to play running back
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
I be with killers just coming home
We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
My niggas, we run this shit
She do something strange for money, mane
[Hook: Wale]
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
All of this fog like the weather change
My niggas, we run this shit

These bitches selling their soul
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent