作曲 : Sean Combs
 作词 : Sean Combs
We gon' run we gon' run we gon' run we gon' run

Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit

God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
I'm just tryna

Run through the money run
And it's not that I'm not humble
I'm just tryna

Run through the money run
It's that this is my gift of life

I'm tryna blow a check
Getting this money

I'm tryna blow a check

Getting this money
Tryna pull up in a foreign
Get that money
And make them niggas upset

Get that money go young nigga go

I'm just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas making threats tell 'em come do it
All my niggas with the shits even in the fist fight
Bet them niggas still going to bring a gun to it
Yeah I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette
Hit the block make 'em upset

I ain't done yet
Girl I'm on a cash route
Mo'f**k love young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission bitch
You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit I'm tryng to make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
Gotta feed them hittas they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

I'm tryna blow a check

I'm tryna blow a check

Tryna pull up in a foreign

And make them niggas upset

Run through the money run
Yo that nigga puff he back on shit now here we go

If I make forty million bitch my year was slow

Money makin' mitch yo he a cash flipper

Man just tell the forbes to use my last picture

I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let 'em ride drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the coupe

Blue dot blue dot blue dot blue dot blue dot blue dot
I never sleep that's why I got way more than you got
Vegas trip it's a bet take this shit on a jet
Bad boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
I'm the king king of talking shit
Maybe piss through a check
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money mitch hashtag three m's
Nigga money makin' mitch
Run through the money run

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

I'm tryna blow a check

I'm tryna blow a check

Tryna pull up in a foreign

And make them niggas upset

Run through the money run

Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch

Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I

I got that dirty money puff got the Forbes

That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles
Black rose generals when I hit the court
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four

At the last supper tryna eat a fiest

My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag your body dissapear waist down
I dab all them bitches D. Brown

You know that paper longer than chain smokin'
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt

I'm running through the paper way before the deal
Way before puff gave me all the mills
I'm just tryna

Tun through the money run

I'm just tryna

Tun through the money run

I'm tryna blow a check

I'm tryna blow a check

Tryna pull up in a foreign

And make them niggas upset

Run through the money run

Run through the money run

Run through the money run

Run through the money run

Run through the money run