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Blac Youngsta - 901 (F**k Everybody 2) (Lyrics)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gillette
Kevin Gillette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dza
Yung Dza
Producer
Charles Leff
Charles Leff
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, Ok It's ya boy Clouds Yeah I'm running to the money, yeah I'm running to the money I'm runnin' to the money, yeah I'm runnin' to the money And I ain't slowing down No, I ain't slowing down I'm runnin' to the money, yeah I'm runnin' to the money I'm runnin' to the money, I'm always paper chasin If you ain't talkin money, we can't have no conversation I'm addicted to the hustle, I owe it to the avenue Big Meezy that's my muscle, now, what the fuck y'all tryin to do I run it up in these air max, big bag, my pockets full High as fuck of these cloud packs, I'm a big boss, I got big pull I've been going state-to-state, building up my network I'm tryna reach the point where Forbes is talking bout my net-worth I'm on another level, ain't nothin bout me regular It ain't even fair, I'm a thousand steps ahead of ya Baby I'm a hustler, best believe I'm gettin mine Ready, set, go! Holla! Catch me at the finish line I'm running to the money, yeah I'm running to the money I'm runnin' to the money, yeah I'm runnin' to the money And I ain't slowing down No, I ain't slowing down I'm runnin' to the money, yeah I'm runnin' to the money Hustle, hustle, hustle! I'm always chasin' chicken They say that time is money, well, time is always tickin' And I ain't bout to waste a single second, I'm a get it I been workin everyday around the clock, I'm so committed Got the whole city behind me, y'all ain't fuckin wit me All my diamonds dancin, I feel just like Diddy I knew my time was coming, I made something out of nothin I jumped off the porch and then I hit the ground runnin' Y'all wasn't ready for me, I came in like a wrecking ball I used to sell that Miley Cyrus, now I spit that fentanyl I'm focused on the finish line, homie I don't fuck around Y'all ain't ever catching up, I ain't ever slowing down I'm running to the money, yeah I'm running to the money I'm runnin' to the money, yeah I'm runnin' to the money And I ain't slowing down No, I ain't slowing down I'm runnin' to the money, yeah I'm runnin' to the money Get that cash, get that guap Get the bag, hit the block Break it down, pack for pack Sell it all, bring it back Get that cash, get that guap Get the bag, hit the block Break it down, pack for pack Sell it all, bring it back
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