[Intro]
Mm, Yung Sak Runner
(Damn, Boom made this?)

[Chorus]
Bitch, if you got some money for me, bring it here
I'm tryna fuck this bitch, the only reason why I'm in her ear
Don't like no ugly hoes, you know I like my hoes top tier
It's like the Glock glued to my hand, I take it everywhere
I be everywhere that money at, n***a, you never there
I cannot hide from this shit, bitch, I be everywhere
Couldn't get them J's, but my son got 'em, he get every pair
Lost my n***a, he left four kids, man, that shit ain't fair

[Verse 1]
I got clothes in my closet I don't even wear
Baby J the only child, he don't like to share
Can't get caught up in my feelings, I don't even care
That ain't gas that you smokin', boy, you smokin' air
Fuck you and fuck them n***as that you hangin' with
Hit him with a Glock 23, he ain't takin' shit
Found out a n***a fucked his bitch, now he breakin' shit
Bought some bullshit weed, now you ain't makin' shit
She told everybody that I fucked, now I hate this bitch
I just sold a n***a a whole 'bow and I ain't weigh the shit
It might not happen overnight, you gotta wait and shit
I'm fresh as hell, I be out here wearin' all the latest shit
I been runnin' to this money since a snotty nose
N***a went broke, all he bought was designer clothes
You got all ugly bitches, you need finer hoes
I only like pretty bitches with the white toes
Hit him with this FN Five-seveN, he can't fight those
Punch in on everything, I ain't write those
You got SI diamonds in your chain, I don't like those
Bro just pulled up with some bad-ass white hoes
I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, bitch, suck it to me
Your baby daddy broke, he like a junkie to me
She a real-ass bitch, she brought money to me
This n***a think he fresh as hell, but he bummy to me
[Chorus]
Bitch, if you got some money for me, bring it here
I'm tryna fuck this bitch, the only reason why I'm in her ear
Don't like no ugly hoes, you know I like my hoes top tier
It's like the Glock glued to my hand, I take it everywhere
I be everywhere that money at, n***a, you never there
I cannot hide from this shit, bitch, I be everywhere
Couldn't get them J's, but my son got 'em, he get every pair
Lost my n***a, he left four kids, man, that shit ain't fair

[Verse 2]
Quit rappin' 'bout the trappin', put some pain on it
This a Glock 23, put his brain on it
Knew that n***a was gon' change, he got fame on us
She had to cut her n***a off, he got lame on her
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, baby, sing to me
Fell in love with auntie, she brung lean to me
If you pay me top dollar for it, I'll bring it to you
7.62s in this chop, I'll bring it to you

[Outro]
(Damn, Boom made this?)