"Run Me My Money" lyrics

It's Gravy, baby, ooh
(We 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)

Plane 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 mom 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 accoun t (Aye, aye, yeah)

Gravy in this bitch, so you know I got the thang poppin'
I saw half your bae in the Bay, call it Bay Watchin'
I'm hittin' three hoes, three times, Klay Thompson
Call that bitch, Kim Jung-Un, how she brainwashin'
Fuckin' with your mama, 'cause my ex be on some hoe shit
Got your mama crackin' it, and shakin' like a glow stick
Sent me twenty texts talkin' 'bout she want some more dick
Let me get some minutes and I'll find out where my phone is

When we met
It was face down, ass up
I didn't know you were ballin'
I didn't know you racked up

But now that I know
I need an all pink Porsche with the Forgiato rims, yeah
I need a 60 inch fill with 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)