Run Me My Money Songtext
von Yung Gravy
Run Me My Money Songtext
It′s Gravy, baby, ooh (we're packin′ diamond pistols)
Tell your mama, "Run me my money" (ayy)
She got way too much to count (she's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (baby, ayy, ayy)
Plain Jane Patek costs 80K, Jerry Rice
She be sippin' Rose, Gravy sippin′ cherry Sprite
Shawty got the vice grip, all my ladies very tight
Gravy train, sugar baby, I can keep the family price
Serenade your mama like I′m Barry White
Gravy in the cut, that's a scary sight
Yellin′ Yahtzee, shawty got a pair of dice
Got your wealthy momma takin' Gravy out to paradise
Tell your mama, "Run me my money" (ayy)
She got way too much to count (she′s got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (aye, aye, yeah)
Gravy in this b-, so you know I got the thang poppin'
Hasselhoff your bae in the bay, call it Baywatchin′
Hittin' three -, three times, Klay Thompson
Call that -, Kim Jung-Un, how she brainwashin'
With your mama, ′cause my ex be on some -
Got your mama crackin′ it, and shakin' like a glow stick
Sent me 20 texts talkin′ 'bout she want some more -
Let me get some minutes, and I′ll find out where my phone is
When we met
It was face down, - up
I didn't know you were ballin′
I didn't know you racked up
But now that I know
Need an all-pink Porsche with the Forgiato rims, yeah
I need a '68 Chevelle with the spinners on the side
Tell your mama, "Run me my money" (ayy)
She got way too much to count (she′s got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (aye, aye, yeah)
Oh, that′s real good
Tell your mama, "Run me my money" (ayy)
She got way too much to count (she's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (baby, ayy, ayy)
Plain Jane Patek costs 80K, Jerry Rice
She be sippin' Rose, Gravy sippin′ cherry Sprite
Shawty got the vice grip, all my ladies very tight
Gravy train, sugar baby, I can keep the family price
Serenade your mama like I′m Barry White
Gravy in the cut, that's a scary sight
Yellin′ Yahtzee, shawty got a pair of dice
Got your wealthy momma takin' Gravy out to paradise
Tell your mama, "Run me my money" (ayy)
She got way too much to count (she′s got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (aye, aye, yeah)
Gravy in this b-, so you know I got the thang poppin'
Hasselhoff your bae in the bay, call it Baywatchin′
Hittin' three -, three times, Klay Thompson
Call that -, Kim Jung-Un, how she brainwashin'
With your mama, ′cause my ex be on some -
Got your mama crackin′ it, and shakin' like a glow stick
Sent me 20 texts talkin′ 'bout she want some more -
Let me get some minutes, and I′ll find out where my phone is
When we met
It was face down, - up
I didn't know you were ballin′
I didn't know you racked up
But now that I know
Need an all-pink Porsche with the Forgiato rims, yeah
I need a '68 Chevelle with the spinners on the side
Tell your mama, "Run me my money" (ayy)
She got way too much to count (she′s got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (aye, aye, yeah)
Oh, that′s real good
Writer(s): Christian Michael Dold, Robert John Richardson, Casey Manheim, Matthew Hauri, Zach Zurn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com