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(Intro) Yea Yea Uh (Hook) I be running through the city, city on my back It ain’t nothing changed but the money on my lap True I’m in the game, time til it’s over Til it’s over, til it’s over I be running through the city, city on my back It ain’t nothing changed but the money on my lap True I’m in the game til it’s over Til it’s over, til it’s over (Verse) I be running through the city, city on my back Way before the fame and all this love and all these stacks I was just a little homie, now you see me bossin up Niggas see me in a suit, suit me yea I don’t give a fuck Got the whole team here, no coach needed ball All coast season homecourt playin, why you sideline hatin? When I’m just tryna go get mine, it’s gang time, time I shine My eyesight straight these lines to the go, ready for the show Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll? Gone with the wind, you gonna need a blow Letras de cancionesBlow my high, don’t kill the vibe 3rd degree still burning slow You could never put my lights out, money I can swerve, got more to count Probably get more than I care to count, I’m far (Hook) I be running through the city, city on my back It ain’t nothing changed but the money on my lap True I’m in the game, time til it’s over Til it’s over, til it’s over I be running through the city, city on my back It ain’t nothing changed but the money on my lap True I’m in the game til it’s over Til it’s over, til it’s over From Letras Mania