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Runnin' from jits Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret My lil' brother went and got him a tech Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo) Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo) Drop on her neck (phew) Runnin' from jits Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret My lil' brother went and got him a tech Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo) Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Drop on her nеck (phew) We gon' go play Simon Says Make these bitches do what I said Walk 'round this bitch like a runway All this high fashion just drippin' Take what I want, I ain't askin' a bitch Know they gon' hate with a passion, lil' bitch Hear what I say, you just cappin', lil' bitch My niggas came with a bag in this bitch Big bag like it never full Eatin' all year, yeah, never full Big trips like an edible Penthouse views, so incredible Runnin' from jits Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret My lil' brother went and got him a tech Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo) Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo) Drop on her neck (phew) Runnin' from jits Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret My lil' brother went and got him a tech Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo) Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo) Drop on her neck (phew) Oh, I got a check Really rich, you can check out the neck (jewelry) Frosty wrist, this the flawless baguettes (flawless) Shoot my shot, it ain't nothin' but net (swish) I hit a ran on yo' bitch like Iraq (yeah) The jet'll land, just tell me where you at (yeah, land) The platinum Rollie should have came with a plaque (yeah) Young Gunna, Wunna, and I'm still yellin', "Slatt" (uh) New MayB' with TVs in the back (TVs) A couple Gs, they'll put you to rest (Gs) Sonny's here, I told my mama, "Relax" (relax) I kept it real, that's why they give me respect You lose it once, and you ain't gettin' it back Runnin' from jits Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret My lil' brother went and got him a tech Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo) Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo) Drop on her neck (phew) Runnin' from jits Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret My lil' brother went and got him a tech Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo) Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh) Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo) Drop on her neck (phew)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Rick Witherspoon, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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