[Verse 1]
All these chicks and marijuana
Fitting my persona
Mix with my designer
I’ma need that by the morning darling
I sit back and watch
I sit back like recliner
These thoughts could fix your problems
These thoughts could get me locked up
Nine shots, now my enemies shot up
Now most of my enemies [?] up
Now bucks wanna [?] us, touch, knuck
[Chorus]
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, they all will come clean
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, they all will come clean
[Verse 2]
Dookie braids on my ni**as with the Boosie fade
Gucci shades, Mickey Mouse
fu*k with a goofy, say yeah
Cartier rings, married to the game
fu*k a wedding ring, keep the fans engaged
fu*k a wedding cake, fu*k a wedding ring
Hope when the Lord decide to close my curtains
Kanye West do the Sunday Service
[Chorus]
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, they all will come clean
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah, running ’round [?]
Probably got them racks on me
Probably got them racks on me
Yeah they all will come clean
[Outro]
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