Run To The Money Testo
Testo Run To The Money
What's up everybody? I got a new track for y'all
It's called "Run to the Money", on some whole types of shit
Welcome to A Leaking Head V, where we lose our minds! (Landfill)
We still call that music, ya feel me? Yeah
E, E, yeah
Uh
Run to the money, run to the money, ayy
Run to the money, uh
Run to the money, run to the money, ayy Run to the money, yuh
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, E
Run to the money, run to the money, E
Run to the money, E
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, ayy
I'm in the backroom upstairs, uh
[?], yuh
I don't play, never talk, but I am damn sure that we're introverted, rockstar
To the green now, to the green now, uh
Easy as a ticket, look at me as a bank, huh Bad view, what's the fucking point? Yee
Adding up, let the bag go, call that shit tropical, uh
Smoking that tobacco, woah, I call it tropical, E
[?], kinda spillin'
[?]
E, V Vendetta, November the fourth
E, V for Vendetta, I'ma just wait for the loop to pop back in
Run this shit back, please, run this shit back
Here we go
Sy— Landfill
It's not Syringe by the way, it's Landfill
[?] on the edge of the highway, tryna get this shit my way
I'm just smoking on tropical, or tobacco
Either way, this shit not really healthy, just like my actions
All that shit not really that healthy, just like my actions, uh
We on a flight, long distance shit, tryna read a book, nah
[?] next to everything, [?] next to fuckin' output
We doin' this shit everyday, put your fuckin' mind to it
[?] had to do nothing, now I gotta get my mind to it
Run to the money, run to the money, uh
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yuh
Smoking so much 'til the end, newbies be like "What is this?"
Painted my [?] grey, had enough of that blackness
You can't escape from your void, you can't escape through your void
You gotta choose to ignore it, you gotta truce, knock on the door
E, yeah
Nigg— nigga, I don't fuckin' know
A Leaking Head V, everybody
Ya know, this— this A Leaking Head
You know, welcome to the Leaking Head
Might not be the best thing ya ever fuckin' heard, but you know what? We don't give a shit
We just still make shit, and uhm
Uhh, if you're new, you know this
Sometimes, you know, you just gotta fuckin' wild out and shit, so uhm
That was— that was "Run to—"
You know what, fuck it, next one
Leaking Head V
It's called "Run to the Money", on some whole types of shit
Welcome to A Leaking Head V, where we lose our minds! (Landfill)
We still call that music, ya feel me? Yeah
E, E, yeah
Uh
Run to the money, run to the money, ayy
Run to the money, uh
Run to the money, run to the money, ayy Run to the money, yuh
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, E
Run to the money, run to the money, E
Run to the money, E
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, ayy
I'm in the backroom upstairs, uh
[?], yuh
I don't play, never talk, but I am damn sure that we're introverted, rockstar
To the green now, to the green now, uh
Easy as a ticket, look at me as a bank, huh Bad view, what's the fucking point? Yee
Adding up, let the bag go, call that shit tropical, uh
Smoking that tobacco, woah, I call it tropical, E
[?], kinda spillin'
[?]
E, V Vendetta, November the fourth
E, V for Vendetta, I'ma just wait for the loop to pop back in
Run this shit back, please, run this shit back
Here we go
Sy— Landfill
It's not Syringe by the way, it's Landfill
[?] on the edge of the highway, tryna get this shit my way
I'm just smoking on tropical, or tobacco
Either way, this shit not really healthy, just like my actions
All that shit not really that healthy, just like my actions, uh
We on a flight, long distance shit, tryna read a book, nah
[?] next to everything, [?] next to fuckin' output
We doin' this shit everyday, put your fuckin' mind to it
[?] had to do nothing, now I gotta get my mind to it
Run to the money, run to the money, uh
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yeah
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yee
Run to the money, run to the money
Run to the money, yuh
Smoking so much 'til the end, newbies be like "What is this?"
Painted my [?] grey, had enough of that blackness
You can't escape from your void, you can't escape through your void
You gotta choose to ignore it, you gotta truce, knock on the door
E, yeah
Nigg— nigga, I don't fuckin' know
A Leaking Head V, everybody
Ya know, this— this A Leaking Head
You know, welcome to the Leaking Head
Might not be the best thing ya ever fuckin' heard, but you know what? We don't give a shit
We just still make shit, and uhm
Uhh, if you're new, you know this
Sometimes, you know, you just gotta fuckin' wild out and shit, so uhm
That was— that was "Run to—"
You know what, fuck it, next one
Leaking Head V
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