Artist: Rich The Kid Album: Trap Talk (Mixtape) Song: Running Threw It Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 1] She said that she fuck with the new me I fuck that bitch in my coupe You stupid you kissing that groupie Pouring the foreign, with a doubie I was riding through the six I got a trunk full of bricks [?] Flexing hard take a pic Fucking your bitch and I smash Look at my rollie, like cash I'm walking around with a bag My foreign ain't got paper tags Got a pool like I'm Drake Got a mansion on a lake Rich nigga, eatin steak Chasin money always late Look at the time on the watch I fuck it you eating the box [?] Fuck it, I'm losing the top Fuck it I'm doing the dab on em Hollywood [?] I'm a fiend for that money [Chorus] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 2] You just be talking the trap I hit a bitch like a bat Fuck it you eating the [?] Rich forever on the map I put them rings on my fingers Birds sing like singer I got them [?] like [?] I used to trap out the beeper Fucking that bitch from the back She give me top like a hat Sticking my dick in yo cat My Bloods, they bagging like blaat I might off with your sack I'm taken they know me for that Walking with too many racks Old money like a cadillac I did a show in Bermuda She riding the dick like a scooter Pop a molly I'm a Buddha Money trapper, scary, Freddy Kreuger I be running through the money Always prayers like Easter Sunday I was broke, jug the hunnid Money [?], what I wanted [Chorus] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it