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Young Scooter

Runnig Outta Money

 

Runnig Outta Money

(album: Street Lottery 2 - 2014)


I ain't running out of money no more
Found a hustle, nigga
Fuck the police!
Road runner

If a nigga get caught
Ain't nothing
I be hustling, I got money
The rap niggaz broke fake hustling
The rappers running, out of money
Real dope boy nigga I ain't fronting
I turn nothing into something

I could see you haters' faces as we started
But I'm jigging, never running out of money

I see you hating, but I love it
I'm just a hustler, and you ain't nothing
You had a bud, but it's gone
You had some money, but it's gone
You ridin foreign, but it's a rental
Black Migo my niggaz winning jug house,
It's my summer
Fuck a label I only sign with stunna

If a nigga get caught, ain't nothing
I'll be hustling, I got money
The rap niggaz broke fake hustling
The rappers running out of money
Real dope boy nigga I ain't fronting
I turn nothing into something
I could see you haters' faces as we started
But I'm jigging never running out of money

I get money selling dope
Brick man long way from foe
M&M's, we call them millions
I done stack my money way past the ceiling
I'm one the ground I'm all shine
I know you rob, but you ain't never took mine
I've got a bank, but it won't fold
One hundred thousand in my hand whipping dope

If a nigga get caught ain't nothing
I'll be hustling, I got money
The rap niggaz broke fake hustlers
The rappers running out of money
Real dope nigga boy I ain't fronting
I turn nothing into something
I could see you haters' faces as we started
But I'm jigging never running out of money

I got a deal, that's what they say
But I got deals on a yey
Cocaina, remix
Nobody trust Scooter he took slick
Ben Franklins, fuck a bitch
Fresh out of jail, looking like a lick
My bmg chain cost 2 bricks
And I got 60, 000 wrapped round my wrist

If a nigga get caught ain't nothing
I'll be hustling, I got money
The rap niggaz broke fake hustling
The rappers running out of money
Real dope boy nigga I ain't fronting
I turn nothing into something

I could see you haters' faces as we started
But I'm jigging never running out of money.

done

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