Young Scooter - Running Out Of Money lyrics

(Intro) Chea, (haha) now I ain't running out of money no more Found a hustle n***a (ha) f** the police (heh) Road runner (Chorus) If a n***a get caught ain't nothing I be hustling, I got money These rap n***as broke fake hustling These rappers running, Out of money Real dope boy n***a i ain't fronting I turn nothing, into something I can see you haters' faces I be stunting But I'm jugging never running out of money (verse 1) 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 riding foreign but it's a renter Black Migo my n***as winning Jugg house its my summer f** a label i only sign with stunter (Chorus) If a n***a get caught ain't nothing I be hustling, I got money These rap n***as broke fake hustling These rappers running, Out of money Real dope boy n***a i ain't fronting I turn nothing into something I can see you haters' faces I be stunting But I'm jugging never running out of money (verse 2) I get money, selling dope Brick man long way from a four M&m's we call em millions I done stack my money way past the ceiling I'm on the grind, I'm gone shine I know you rob but you ain't never took mine I got a bank but it don't fold One hundred thousand in my hand whipping dope (Chorus) If a n***a get caught ain't nothing I be hustling, I got money These rap n***as broke fake hustling These rappers running, Out of money Real dope boy n***a i ain't fronting I turn nothing into something I can see you haters' faces I be stunting But I'm jugging never running out of money (Verse 3) I got a deal, that's what they say But I got deals, on the yay Cocaina, remix Nobody trust scooter he took slick Ben Franklins, f** a b**h Fresh outta jail looking like a lick My BMG chain cost 2 bricks And I got sixty thousand wrapped around my wrist (Chorus) If a n***a get caught ain't nothing I be hustling, I got money These rap n***as broke fake hustling These rappers running, Out of money Real dope boy n***a i ain't fronting I turn nothing into something I can see you haters' faces I be stunting But I'm jugging never running out of money