Cashmoney

A lot of people I know Or everyone, maybe Just feels a great uselessness You just, I mean, you're a human being And, and, uh, it's all so big, you know The world is so big And there's, and like everything is just so Untouchable and unreachable That they just wanna do something That they can be a part of And they can, they can, like, mold And they can make Running, I go back Running, I go back-back Running, I go back Running, run, run run Running, I go back Running, I go back-back Running, I go back Running, I go back-back Simmons my shoes and over me All of my jeans mean much to me I guess your time is luxury We should rewind, pull back the seats But your chain so heavy Look still fine Head so messy Give it some time Prada be the devil to my angel Take your shoes off, they must be painful Now Only if you wanna go and do it I won't ever have to make you do it Only if you wanna go and prove it Promise me that you will never lie I could buy things that you would like Dolce & Gabbana on a bag Put Balenciaga on a cap You can push your boy to the side You know I could a better guy Double-Cs is hanging over you Only if you're telling me the truth I don't really talk I'm the type to go into it And I'm pretty much sure That you're fucking with a minuteman Every time he try to get it You stay, you stay intimate So much you can adore But you're over there losing it Well, baby, let me show you how I drive I can take you home on a Friday night You can turn the lights off by your side I guess that's the way we like it Promise me that you will never lie I could buy things that you would like Dolce & Gabbana on a bag Put Balenciaga on a cap You can push your boy to the side You know I could a better guy Double-Cs is hanging over you Only if you're telling me the truth Running, I go back Running, I go back-back Running, I go back Running, run, run run Running, I go back Running, I go back-back Running, I go back Promise me that you will never lie I could buy things that you would like Dolce & Gabbana on a bag Put Balenciaga on a cap You can push your boy to the side You know I could a better guy Double-Cs is hanging over you Only if you're telling me the truth Running, I go back Running, I go back-back Running, I go back Running, run, run run