Lab Cook - Running Threw It lyrics

[Produced by Lab Cook] [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty b**hes want to f** me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty b**hes want to f** me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 1] She said that she f** with the new me I f** that b**h in my coupe You stupid you kissing that groupie Pouring the four, with a doobie I was riding through the six I got a trunk full of bricks I got a robber no Chris Flexing hard take a pic f**ing your b**h and I smash Look at my rollie, like cash Im walking around with a bag My foreign ain't got paper tags Got a pool like I'm Drake Got a mansion on a lake Rich n***a, eatin steak Chasin money always late Look at the time on the watch I f** it you eating the box [?] f** it, Im losing the top f** it Im doing the dab on em Hollywood [?] I'm a fiend for that money [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty b**hes want to f** me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty b**hes want to f** me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 2] You just be talking the trap I hit a b**h like a bat f** it you eating the cat Rich forever on the map I put them rings on my fingers Birds sing like singer I got them [?] like [?] I used to trap out the beeper f**ing that b**h from the back She give me top like a hat Sticking my dick in yo cat My Bloods, they bagging like blaat I might off with your sack Im taken they know me for that Walking with too many racks Old money like a cadillac I did a show in Bermuda She riding the dick like a scooter Pop a molly I'm a Buddha Money trapper, scary, Freddy Kreuger I be running through the money Always prayers like Easter Sunday I was broke, jug the hunnid Money bought me what I wanted [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty b**hes want to f** me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty b**hes want to f** me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it