Running running, running my way to you
And i'm coming coming
Finding my way back to you
Yeah, i'm running running, running my way to you
And i'm coming coming
Finding my way back to you
I'm just here laid back
Shorty running fast to me, like she on a racetrack
Know I run these streets, running wild like a stray cat
Never lie to me, keep it loyal baby straight facts
I can take you places, treat you like a real lady
Go down on your body, watch your body get the shaking
Why these nosy mother f*ckers in our business always hating
We don't mind them, baby take a trip out to Caicos
Know papi stacking up the pesos
On the island massages and facials
Drinking fine wine, and we toasting to the vibe
Cause we sticking to that paper like a stapler
We balling, we balling, we ballin
Anytime that you want, you can call him
In a rush so no need for that jogging
You know me, I'm that guy out of Harlem (yeah)
Running running
Running my way to you
And I'm coming coming
Finding my way back to you
Yeah I'm running running
Running my way to you
And I'm coming coming
Finding my way back to you
(To you)
Got the motion of the ocean
Wind it back in slow motion
Pull up on me no commotion
Got me all up in emotions
Pull up on me
Get you touching on me
Pull up on me
Get you, get you
Get you touching on me
Get you touching on me baby
On me, on me
On me, on me
On me, on me
On me, on me