Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Bread by the stack
Smoke by the pound
Baby look a here can you break this shit down
Yea it's time to smoke
Puffin like snoop
Roll another one girl you know we need we two
Got money on my mind pain in my soul
Grind every day till my heart turn
Got a pocket full of gold neck full of stones
If you smoking huff buddy take your ass home
I was raised as the black sheep
But I been chasing money like a track meet checking a bag
Sorry can't talk put the check in the bag
Ain't nobody want to talk when I was down on my ass
Only way we doing business if you carrying cash
If you try to poke something pull the Glock out the stash
Hollow tips in the mag all he seen was a flash
Everybody talking tough until they ass in a bag
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Only thing im worried bout is cash and being a dad
Holding down my old lady and improving the pad
Used to break them chunks off and throw it right in the glad
Cash on delivery just put it right in my hand
Got a pipe in my hand got a fork in my left
Whipping in this kitchen baby compliments to the chef
Hate the player not the game baby talk to the ref
If you got some to say then get it off of your chest
Spent his whole like mackin'
Got himself a wife then that boy started humbling down
Chasing mad chicken got to doubling down
If you throw him in a pot he'll get to bubbling out
No stranger to death stare him right in the eyes
Cut the snakes out the grass and the rats in disguise
Make sure you cross your T's and your dotting your I's
And if you leave the house keep that thing right on your side
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
BoutaDolla - Black Sheep Lyrics
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Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Bread by the stack
Smoke by the pound
Baby look a here can you break this shit down
Yea it's time to smoke
Puffin like snoop
Roll another one girl you know we need we two
Got money on my mind pain in my soul
Grind every day till my heart turn
Got a pocket full of gold neck full of stones
If you smoking huff buddy take your ass home
I was raised as the black sheep
But I been chasing money like a track meet checking a bag
Sorry can't talk put the check in the bag
Ain't nobody want to talk when I was down on my ass
Only way we doing business if you carrying cash
If you try to poke something pull the Glock out the stash
Hollow tips in the mag all he seen was a flash
Everybody talking tough until they ass in a bag
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Only thing im worried bout is cash and being a dad
Holding down my old lady and improving the pad
Used to break them chunks off and throw it right in the glad
Cash on delivery just put it right in my hand
Got a pipe in my hand got a fork in my left
Whipping in this kitchen baby compliments to the chef
Hate the player not the game baby talk to the ref
If you got some to say then get it off of your chest
Spent his whole like mackin'
Got himself a wife then that boy started humbling down
Chasing mad chicken got to doubling down
If you throw him in a pot he'll get to bubbling out
No stranger to death stare him right in the eyes
Cut the snakes out the grass and the rats in disguise
Make sure you cross your T's and your dotting your I's
And if you leave the house keep that thing right on your side
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Bread by the stack
Smoke by the pound
Baby look a here can you break this shit down
Yea it's time to smoke
Puffin like snoop
Roll another one girl you know we need we two
Got money on my mind pain in my soul
Grind every day till my heart turn
Got a pocket full of gold neck full of stones
If you smoking huff buddy take your ass home
I was raised as the black sheep
But I been chasing money like a track meet checking a bag
Sorry can't talk put the check in the bag
Ain't nobody want to talk when I was down on my ass
Only way we doing business if you carrying cash
If you try to poke something pull the Glock out the stash
Hollow tips in the mag all he seen was a flash
Everybody talking tough until they ass in a bag
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Only thing im worried bout is cash and being a dad
Holding down my old lady and improving the pad
Used to break them chunks off and throw it right in the glad
Cash on delivery just put it right in my hand
Got a pipe in my hand got a fork in my left
Whipping in this kitchen baby compliments to the chef
Hate the player not the game baby talk to the ref
If you got some to say then get it off of your chest
Spent his whole like mackin'
Got himself a wife then that boy started humbling down
Chasing mad chicken got to doubling down
If you throw him in a pot he'll get to bubbling out
No stranger to death stare him right in the eyes
Cut the snakes out the grass and the rats in disguise
Make sure you cross your T's and your dotting your I's
And if you leave the house keep that thing right on your side
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Gunners keep a gunning
Runners keep a running running
Money keep a coming
Money keep a coming coming
Writer: Xavier Banker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid