Run Me My Money

It's Gravy, baby, ooh (We packin' Diamond Pistols) uh Tell your mama, run me my money (baby) 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 (ooh, 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 Philly price Serenade your mama like I'm Barry White Gravy in the cut, that's a scary sight Yelling Yahtzee, shawty got a pair of dice Got your wealthy mama takin' Gravy out to paradise Tell your mama, run me my money (baby) 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 (ooh, ayy, ayy) Ayy, Gravy in this bitch, so you know I got the thang poppin' Hasselhoff your bae in the bay, call it Baywatchin' Hittin' three hoes three time (whoa), Klay Thompson Call that bitch Kim Jong Un how she brainwashin' Fuckin' with your mama 'cause my ex be on some ho shit Got your mama crackin' it and shakin' like a glowstick Sent me twenty texts, talkin' 'bout she want some more dick Let me get some minutes and I find out with my bonus 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 Need the all-pink Porsche with the Fogiato rims, yeah I need a '68 Chevelle with the spinners on the side (yeah) Tell your mama, run me my money (baby) 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 (ooh, ayy, ayy) (Baby) (Oh, that's real good) --- Run Me My Money - Yung Gravy