Running

(Chorus) Matte
I'm tryna blow your back out
But I'm not gon' cash out
Keep your shoes on, you gon' be runnin'
I'ma put it in your stomach, I'ma have you going and cummin'

(Verse 1) King Jaf
You would act right, mami, if you knew me well
Slap you on the back side with that Gucci belt
Blunt lit. It's a movie while I run this in your coochie
Got a cup full of Svedka, throwing hunnits on your booty
Pick up that s*** for me, who said you can't take it with you?
They tend to be obedient (When?) When they know your cake official (That's right!)
Sesh Gang visions. Like the logo, take a picture
You gon' need a puke bucket when the captain finished witchu
Ready for the king, thinkin' I'ma come and getchu
Meet me at the Motel One with the broken light fixture
You like to squirt and cum a lot, so, here, I brought some tissue
Know it's gon' have you runnin', leave you shakin' when it hitchu
(AWH!)

(Chorus) Matte (2x)
I'm tryna blow your back out
But I'm not gon' cash out
Keep your shoes on, you gon' be runnin'
I'ma put it in your stomach, I'ma have you going and cummin'

(Verse 2) Matte
You ain't talkin' cash now
That tough talk where's it at now?
With that designer off, you look even more stunnin'
Looking fresh off the runway, I'm have your mascara runnin'
Oooh, we messed your place up
You look like a girl in mama's make-up
I fetishize what you fantasize
Them legs, them thighs, I gotta analyze every aspect
Is you nasty? Do you like it raw or with plastic?
Your fantasy, I wanna explore it all, every facet, if you ask me
I'll do anything for you, don't acting brand new
You already know what I'm tryna do

(Chorus) Matte (2x)
I'm tryna blow your back out
But I'm not gon' cash out
Keep your shoes on, you gon' be runnin'
I'ma put it in your stomach, I'ma have you going and cummin'