[Intro: Carbo]
Wanna run away, run away
Bitch I'm going to another place, another place
Run this shit back to the better days, better days
Watch me grow just like my salary, My salary
[Hook: Carbo]
Harlem! -
Better get that money aye, better get that money aye
Bitches way too funny aye
Run this shit like Harlem - better get that money aye
Better get that money aye, sing it clean like Marvin Gaye
Run this shit like Harlem
[Verse: Boubacar & Carbo]
(Boubacar)
Running it, running it play with the drum and I beat it like Timberland
Fuck all you niggas can't fuck with a synonym, I got the time play wit the pendulum
I think I’m killing them barely be drilling them, stick them in the dirt six feet deep he can’t breathe
Gotta urge to merk and murder everything wit a word or verse I’m certain anything
Turn them in sherbet baby Gerber or maybe yogurt for Yoplait
And I’m more than a mortal man god damn, spitting more heat than Satan I am tryna get them yams
Gotta sweet tooth we two different people
Cuz I don't really like doing shit that’s legal
Give the people what they deserve
Solace kids yeah they so berserk
We the reason that you here on earth
I’m the reason that she giving birth
Thats ya wife oh no I hit her twice and then I took off riding on my fucking bike
And bitch I had to dip I wasn’t feeling right
I had to call up mike and you should take a hike cause he a killer bitch who step up on the mic and I ain’t even lying bitch you won’t survive
Where did I learn this flow?
Nigga y’all hardly gnarly
Round the globe like Harlem though
Can't stop it, I'm dropping these motherfucking hits, I ain't even go to college bro
You can say I took a different road, I ain’t never have to pay a toll
(You ain't-You ain't-You ain't)
(Carbo)
You ain't shit on my mama (Momma!)
Checks come in with the commas (Commas!)
Stop flooding me with drama
Past flooded deep in trauma, big head premodana
Model bitch wear designer, too many words to describe her
Deep down i hurt and can’t hide it
I can’t take the lying im giving up trying
Give it Up Give it Up!
Better get the bag boy pick it up
Check your fucking mouth you illiterate
Better watch these words better listen up
(Mmm-Uh-Yeah)
Boy I'm on the come up
Bitches shoot me down like a gunner
Spending money right like i’m gunna
You be talking shit but you love her
Picking up the phone thugger thugger
Why you acting smart but you dumber?
[Bridge: Carbo]
Wanna make me happy?
Play me Solace Kids Green Grassie
Sadly i be sounding kinda raspy
Drive around the town like a taxi
[Hook: Carbo]
Better get that money aye, better get that money aye
Bitches way too funny aye
Run this shit like Harlem - better get that money aye
Better get that money aye, sing it clean like Marvin Gaye
Run this shit like Harlem
[Outro Bridge: Carbo]
Wanna run away, run away
Bitch I'm going to another place, another place
Run this shit back to the better days, better days
Watch me grow just like my salary, My salary
[Outro: Dangerfield]
Young and jaded, stay medicated
To the money, never hesitated
Annihaliton the entire nation
While we defecating on the folks who hating
Globe trotting till we conquer all
Fucked the game and made a money call
Left a stain up on my Louie draws
Said we never lack never fucking fall
Nah brah
That’s something that we can’t do
Solace keep on knocking till our coffin in the sand dude
Give it to em like no other fucking living man do
And leave em left with nothing, never stunting play yo hand fool
