"Running Man" lyrics
[Rokky:]
Country
Hah-ah
Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
(Seventeen, you're so wavey)
Get it, get it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, C-Bop, do the money dance
Do the money dance
Ayy, C-Bop, do the money dance
Do the money dance
Ayy, ayy, Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
Had a hundred miss calls from a hundred cats
If she's fuckin' with me, know your bitch, she's comin' back
If I ever take your food, I won't run it back
Trackstar, I do the runnin' man
Trapstar, I see money man
Skee, the car's fast like it's Ramadan
Ski mask, when I run it like the Taliban
Ayy, ayy, Louis V, girl, it's just you and me
Don't tell me what is love if you ain't true to me
I brought the gang with me, I don't need security
You hear a bang, put her hand on our jewellery
All this water 'round the mandem, call me [?]
Sort the postcode, give me twenty like it's UberEats
They slide in the DM, I slide in the cheeks
I'm with the gang, come we slide on a [?] Jeep
Four-door and you know we're rollin' five
My bruddas that I die for, [?]
They think I just do this rappin', come try me
CD reppin', cunch side where you'll find me
And they ain't ever seen real money
Close circle, everyone around me kill for me
And for that ratchet bitch, they try steal from me
I don't even cheat on my bitch, I just put a meal on it
Ayy, ayy, Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
Had a hundred miss calls from a hundred cats
If she's fuckin' with me, know your bitch, she's comin' back
If I ever take your food, I won't run it back
Trackstar, I do the runnin' man
Trapstar, I see money man
Skee, the car's fast like it's Ramadan
Ski mask, when I run it like the Taliban
[Maroc:]
Look, we the last to the real, we ain't the same breed
I stock food up in this trap like it's Sainsbury's
And they might get in, but don't for the same P
I flip packs, Duppy in this trap on a daily
I had your main while she's tellin' me I'm tasty
And now she got her titties out, it's lookin' like the page three
I don't care if you hate me or rate me
Cah everyday, in this trap, I'm gettin' paid, B
And that's some real shit
Men in Black when we lurk on these pricks like I'm Will Smith
I used to deal shit and steal shit
Any way I couldn't, anything I had to do just to make this meal
I got that kill switch, so don't push me to the edge, like, yo
I got enough to deal with
C-Bop, do the money dance and move hips
Louis bag with the racks like we move bricks
[Rokky:]
Ayy, ayy, Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
Had a hundred miss calls from a hundred cats
If she's fuckin' with me, know your bitch, she's comin' back
If I ever take your food, I won't run it back
Trackstar, I do the runnin' man
Trapstar, I see money man
Skee, the car's fast like it's Ramadan
Ski mask, when I run it like the Taliban
Louis V bag hold a hundred racks, uh
Uh, hold a hundred racks
Hold a hundred racks, uh, uh
Hold a hundred racks
Miss calls from a hundred cats, yeah
From a hundred cats (Seventeen, you're so wavey)
Country
Hah-ah
Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
(Seventeen, you're so wavey)
Get it, get it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, C-Bop, do the money dance
Do the money dance
Ayy, C-Bop, do the money dance
Do the money dance
Ayy, ayy, Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
Had a hundred miss calls from a hundred cats
If she's fuckin' with me, know your bitch, she's comin' back
If I ever take your food, I won't run it back
Trackstar, I do the runnin' man
Trapstar, I see money man
Skee, the car's fast like it's Ramadan
Ski mask, when I run it like the Taliban
Ayy, ayy, Louis V, girl, it's just you and me
Don't tell me what is love if you ain't true to me
I brought the gang with me, I don't need security
You hear a bang, put her hand on our jewellery
All this water 'round the mandem, call me [?]
Sort the postcode, give me twenty like it's UberEats
They slide in the DM, I slide in the cheeks
I'm with the gang, come we slide on a [?] Jeep
Four-door and you know we're rollin' five
My bruddas that I die for, [?]
They think I just do this rappin', come try me
CD reppin', cunch side where you'll find me
And they ain't ever seen real money
Close circle, everyone around me kill for me
And for that ratchet bitch, they try steal from me
I don't even cheat on my bitch, I just put a meal on it
Ayy, ayy, Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
Had a hundred miss calls from a hundred cats
If she's fuckin' with me, know your bitch, she's comin' back
If I ever take your food, I won't run it back
Trackstar, I do the runnin' man
Trapstar, I see money man
Skee, the car's fast like it's Ramadan
Ski mask, when I run it like the Taliban
[Maroc:]
Look, we the last to the real, we ain't the same breed
I stock food up in this trap like it's Sainsbury's
And they might get in, but don't for the same P
I flip packs, Duppy in this trap on a daily
I had your main while she's tellin' me I'm tasty
And now she got her titties out, it's lookin' like the page three
I don't care if you hate me or rate me
Cah everyday, in this trap, I'm gettin' paid, B
And that's some real shit
Men in Black when we lurk on these pricks like I'm Will Smith
I used to deal shit and steal shit
Any way I couldn't, anything I had to do just to make this meal
I got that kill switch, so don't push me to the edge, like, yo
I got enough to deal with
C-Bop, do the money dance and move hips
Louis bag with the racks like we move bricks
[Rokky:]
Ayy, ayy, Louis V bag holds a hundred racks
Had a hundred miss calls from a hundred cats
If she's fuckin' with me, know your bitch, she's comin' back
If I ever take your food, I won't run it back
Trackstar, I do the runnin' man
Trapstar, I see money man
Skee, the car's fast like it's Ramadan
Ski mask, when I run it like the Taliban
Louis V bag hold a hundred racks, uh
Uh, hold a hundred racks
Hold a hundred racks, uh, uh
Hold a hundred racks
Miss calls from a hundred cats, yeah
From a hundred cats (Seventeen, you're so wavey)
