Chief Keef — Runnin Original Version

[Intro: Chief Keef] DP on the beat Sosa on the beat Bang bang [Chorus: Chief Keef] Sosa, where you going? To the money Runnin' to it, bitch, I'm runnin' Like I got on cleats Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred Million, yeah, bitch, I want it Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain't talkin' Stony How you just keep hittin' it floating? Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in Baby, I be pistol toting Got my pistol and you know it I go too fast, she like, "Boy, slow it" I'm like, "Okay, baby, I'm gon' fold it" She like, "Boy, that's a hundred mil' on the table" I'm like, "I know it" [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Jewelry blingin', bitch, I show it They like, "Boy, you gettin' bloated" I'm too turnt, yeah, bitch, I'm loaded And my style, these niggas stole it Chopper come through wrestling, Mick Foley Bitches like, "Oh God, I'm glo-ing" I remember when I ain't have nothin' I woke up like, "Oh God, I'm glo-ing" There go the damn police I'm gon' get up out of here slowly Baby, I got on a Breitling I can't buy you a damn Rollie 'Cause if I bought hoes anything I be ballin' out, you know it And I done gave your ass a chance You done fucked around and blowed it I get money just as fast as the damn stove shit I don't need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe I don't need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady Just call me when you talkin' money Swear I'm money brazy [Chorus: Chief Keef] Sosa, where you going? To the money Runnin' to it, bitch, I'm runnin' Like I got on cleats Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred Million, yeah, bitch, I want it Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain't talkin' Stony How you just keep hittin' it floating? Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in Baby, I be pistol toting Got my pistol and you know it I go too fast, she like, "Boy, slow it" I'm like, "Okay, baby, I'm gon' fold it" She like, "Boy, that's a hundred mil' on the table" I'm like, "I know it" [Verse 2: Andy Milonakis] New number every month like a period, bitch Let me hit it raw on your period, bitch I'm Chiefin' with Keef on some serious shit God damn, Young Sachi, he really is sick La di da di, it's Sosa and Sachi Bitches on our dicks like their craving a lolly Three bad bitches that got six bad friends Add another hooker and then we got ten I got fourteen lines, but it's time to sip again So I po' another fo' and then I got ten Back up when you see it's motherfuckin' Glo Gang We stealing more shit than Lindsey fuckin' Lohan [Chorus: Chief Keef] Sosa, where you going? To the money Runnin' to it, bitch, I'm runnin' Like I got on cleats Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred Million, yeah, bitch, I want it Baby, I can take you on an island, I ain't talkin' Stony How you just keep hittin' it floating? Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in Baby, I be pistol toting Got my pistol and you know it I go too fast, she like, "Boy, slow it" I'm like, "Okay, baby, I'm gon' fold it" She like, "Boy, that's a hundred mil' on the table" I'm like, "I know it"