[Intro]
What's up, everybody? I got a new track for y'all
It's called "Run to the Money," on some whole types of shit
Welcome to A Leaking Head V, where we just lose our minds
(Sy— Landfill)
And still call it music, ya feel me? Yeah
E, E, yeah
Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
Run to the money, run to the money, ayy
Run to the money, uh
Run to the money, run to the money, ayy
Run to the money, yuh
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, ye
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah

[Chorus]
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, E
Run to the money, run to the money, E
Run to the money, E
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, ayy
[Verse 1]
I'm in the bedroom, I'm upstairs, uh
They all want me to, uh, [?], yeah
I don't play no guitar, but I am damn sure that weird, introverted rockstar
To the green now, to the green now, uh
Easy as a ticket, look at me as a bank, huh?
Bad view, what's the fucking point? Ye
Adding up, let the bag go, call that shit topical, uh
Smoking that tobacco, moe, I call it topical, E
Had the same kinda spellin'
Same old shit, goddamnit
E, V Vendetta, November the fourth
E, V for Vendetta, I'ma just wait for the loop to pop back in
Run that shit back, please, run that shit back
Here we go

[Bridge]
Sy— Landfill
It's not Syringe, by the way, it's Landfill

[Verse 2]
[?] on the edge of the highway, tryna get this shit my way
I'm just smoking on tropical, or tobacco
Either way, this shit not really healthy, just like my actions
All that shit not really that healthy, just like my actions, uh
We on a flight, long-distance shit, tryna read a book, nah
'Til next to everything, 'til next to fuckin' output
We doin' this shit every day, put your fuckin' mind to it
I can barely do nothin', I gotta get my mind to it
[Chorus]
Run to the money, run to the money, uh
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yuh

[Verse 3]
Smoking so much 'til the end, newbies be like "What is this?"
Painted my fingernails grey, had enough of that blackness
You can't escape from your void
You can't escape through your void
You gotta choose to ignore it
You gotta truce, knock on the door
E, yeah

[Outro]
Nigg— n***a, I don't fuckin' know
A Leaking Head V, everybody
Ya know, this— this A Leaking Head
You know, welcome to the Leaking Head
Might not be the best thing ya ever fuckin' heard
But, you know what? We don't give a shit
We just still make shit, and uhm
Uhh, if you're new, you know this
Sometimes, you know, you just gotta fuckin' wild out and shit, so uhm
That was— that was "Run to—"
You know what, fuck it, next one
Leaking Head V