Run Me My Money Letra - Yung Gravy

It's Gravy, baby

We packin' Diamond Pistols

Tell your mama run me my money! (Ayy, yeah)

She got way too much to count (She's got way too much)

Put me on your family phone bill (Family phone bill)

Put my name on the bank account

(Ooo, Gravy, ayy, ayy)

Plain Jane Patek costs 80k, Jerry Rice

She be sippin' rosé, Gravy sippin' Cherry Sprite

Shawty got the vice grip, all my ladies very tight

Gravy Train, sugar baby, I can keep it fairly priced

Serenade your mama like I'm Barry White

Gravy in the cut, that's a scary sight

Yelling Yahtzee, shawty got a pair of dice

Got your wealthy mama takin' Gravy out to paradise

Tell your mama run me my money! (Ayy, yeah)

She got way too much to count (She's got way too much)

Put me on your family phone bill (Family phone bill)

Put my name on the bank account (Ooh, ayy, ayy)

Gravy in this bitch, so you know I got the thang poppin'

Hasselhoff your bae in the bay, call it Baywatchin'

Hittin' three hoes three times (Woah), Klay Thompson

Call that bitch Kim Jong Un, how she brainwashin'

Fuckin' with your mama 'cause my ex be on some hoe shit

Got your mama crackin' it and shakin' like a glowstick

Sent me twenty texts, talkin' 'bout she want some more dick

Let me get some minutes, and I'll find out where my phone is

When we met

It was face down, ass up

I didn't know you were ballin'

I didn't know you racked up

But now that I know

Need the all-pink Porsche with the Forgiato rims, yeah

I need a '68 Chevelle with the spinners on the side

Tell your mama run me my money! (Ayy, yeah)

She got way too much to count (She's got way too much)

Put me on your family phone bill (Family phone bill)

Put my name on the bank account (Ooh, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, yeah

Oh, that's real good