Pre Dolla - Running Back Lyrics

The only thing better than a bag, is two bags
Just gotta new pack, it's looking like some fruit snacks
Businessman, but I ain't got naan not a suit packed
Racks like, on back of doors, where you hang your shoes at
Look
Deleon straight, she asking where the juice at
Bentley Gold Coast, you wondering where I left my roof at
News flash, paint on the whip is wet as a pool splash
Shawty if you down to ride, then be cool, 'cause the tool stashed
That's why
When we together, run through green like a running back
She thick as ever, wondering where she leave her stomach at
Might blow a couple racks, but she run it back
And every time I catch a flight, I got her asking
When I'm coming back
When we together, run through green like a running back
She thick as ever, wondering where she leave her stomach at
Might blow a couple racks, but she run it back
And every time I catch a flight, I got her asking
When I'm coming back
In O'hare I'm a boss, Midway treat me like a King
Before we take off, I bet the flight attendant bring my drink
Carry-on full of hundreds, like a playa' work at Brinks
Smellin' like a pound, so she looking at me like I stink
Bae, sending sexy texts like she hit a lick at Pink
Last picture that she sent, whew, wetter than a sick
I told her, hold that thought, and matter fact, don't even think
'Cause I'll be back before you know it, lock it down like Quarantine
'Cause
When we together, run through green like a running back
She thick as ever, wondering where she leave her stomach at
Might blow a couple racks, but she run it back
And every time I catch a flight, I got her asking
When I'm coming back
When we together, run through green like a running back
She thick as ever, wondering where she leave her stomach at
Might blow a couple racks, but she run it back
And every time I catch a flight, I got her asking
When I'm coming back
If anybody tell you, I ain't the flyest, gotta be lying
Sauce drippin' like lil' buddy in Harold's bout to get fired
So if shawty on the passenger side, she gotta be fine
Long as she ain't married, she ain't even really gotta be mines
Never been a hater, and pillow talking ain't in my nature
Loud, I got it by the acres, I'm a connoisseur of flavors
Lately I been ballin', feel like every play an open lay up
But still every time the money call, I shoot off, I can't lay up
When we together, run through green like a running back
She thick as ever, wondering where she leave her stomach at
Might blow a couple racks, but she run it back
And every time I catch a flight, I got her asking
When I'm coming back
When we together, run through green like a running back
She thick as ever, wondering where she leave her stomach at
Might blow a couple racks, but she run it back
And every time I catch a flight, I got her asking
When I'm coming back