[Intro]

Wait... hold on, what the fuck you just say?

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway, runaway, uh

Runaway, runaway, runaway

All of our money we celebrate

All of the homies we celebrate

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

All of our money we celebrate

All of the homies we celebrate

[Interlude]

RIP Pop Smoke

Grr

[Verse 1]

If I open up, you better listen

Don't you ever give me your opinion

Look at us, we got skill so raw

You could cook it in the fuckin' kitchen, ay

My friends take pills for pain

But they stay connected to the game

And just because I'm kinda quiet

Doesn't mean I got nothin' to say

Tell all my friends to hop on the beat

Me and Zeke, we cookin' up treats

Play with the bandolier, I'm a pirate

Yeah yo' bitch wanna play with my privates (Privates!)

I throw all the cash in the air 'cause I'm rich

You a lil' O, you a lil' bitch

She wanted to fuck me on the first date

So she gave me some head, then I left her

Give me your money like tax collector

Racks comin' out like I'm spitting out gold

If she in here with me, she gonna fold

Sometimes I just wanna (Just wanna)

Just wanna

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

We open the book and we meditate

Sometimes we just wanna celebrate

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

All of our money we celebrate

All of our money- ah

[Interlude]

That's called motherfuckin' bars, nigga

You know nothin' about that

I'ma runaway

Ay

[Verse 2]

Walk in the door, take off my shoes

Hang up my coat, put on cartoons

Turn off the lights, gotta pay

Do I runaway now or runaway soon?

Paint a picture on the wall

Fast forward two years, he drank two beers

That's a wake-up call, but then he drank them all

Steady takin' shots like basketball, however

They keep slippin'

They keep talkin', we don't listen

In the kitchen

'Cause bitches fried rice and orange chicken

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

We open the book and we meditate

Sometimes we just wanna celebrate

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

All of our money we celebrate

All of our money- ah

[Verse 3: it's yani]

It's about time I came out the dark

We poppin' smoke, meet me at the park

We're goin' long, call me Pinocchio

But you ain't see EXP on that diamond hoe

And I'm comin' back from the dead

I do what I do and I say what I said

While we pray to God, he's prayin' for money, for fame

And women to like him instead

So it's time to go, let's put on a show

Driftin' and drivin' like Tokyo

I just want number 3, with that Diet Coke

Ok, nevermind... Can I get that in a combo?

Wait a minute, run it back

We not movin' forward till we all get it right

Polished up with new shoes, new shirt

New pants to match and we all look nice

I hate to talk, hate to listen

Lighten up you fuckin' politician

Haters mad, start givin' mad talk

Mad 'cause their girl is takin' backshots

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

We open the book and we meditate

Sometimes we just wanna celebrate

Runaway, runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway

All of our money we celebrate

All of our money- ah

[Interlude]

Pickin' fruit offa trees

I want my money