Cashmoney Lyrics

A lot of people I know
Or everyone, maybe
Just feels a great uselessness
You just, I mean, you're a human being
And, and, uh, it's all so big, you know
The world is so big
And there's, and like everything is just so
Untouchable and unreachable
That they just wanna do something
That they can be a part of
And they can, they can, like, mold
And they can make

Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back

Simmons my shoes and over me
All of my jeans mean much to me
I guess your time is luxury
We should rewind, pull back the seats

But your chain so heavy
Look still fine
Head so messy
Give it some time
Prada be the devil to my angel
Take your shoes off, they must be painful
Now

Only if you wanna go and do it
I won't ever have to make you do it
Only if you wanna go and prove it

Promise me that you will never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on a cap
You can push your boy to the side
You know I could a better guy
Double-Cs is hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth I don't really talk
I'm the type to go into it
And I'm pretty much sure
That you're f*cking with a minuteman
Every time he try to get it
You stay, you stay intimate
So much you can adore
But you're over there losing it

Well, baby, let me show you how I drive
I can take you home on a Friday night
You can turn the lights off by your side
I guess that's the way we like it

Promise me that you will never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on a cap
You can push your boy to the side
You know I could a better guy
Double-Cs is hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth

Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back

Promise me that you will never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on a cap
You can push your boy to the side
You know I could a better guy
Double-Cs is hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth

Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run

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