Running Late

One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, coming for you Three, four, knocking on your door Five, six, coming through your gate Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Nine, ten, I'm riding with extendeds Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch I'm inky Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out Nineteen, twenty fucking bands to get you sniped out Little case twenty-one bands will get you right out Free Cdai a .22 shotter on me right now Twenty-three's on the car twenty-four's on the truck Twenty-five times 2's in my motherfucking Glock I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfucking thot I'm sending twenty-seven shots at a motherfucking opp

One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, coming for you Three, four, knocking on your door Five, six, coming through your gate Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Twenty-nine, Thirty, I was posted with them .30's Thirty-one, thirty-two, I'm so gone like a birdy Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch I'm great Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate Forty-one, forty-two, I wanted from them in the coupe I'm going 143 and 144 too Forty-five for my jacket, aw man! Forty-six in them and we giving out ten Forty-seven of them bands Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants BANG BANG

One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, coming for you Three, four, knocking on your door Five, six, coming through your gate Seven, eight, we was running a little late