Run (Remix) ft. Kid Kwesi, Spikes, Nedjoh, Bra Kojo & DC Truth Lyrics

Young Black Boy

Yeah

Spikes

We dey run for the dough my guy

We don't see popo my guy

I dey trap for the dough my guy

See what I want and then I buy

We dey run for the dough my guy

We don't see popo my guy

I dey trap for the dough my guy

See what I want and then I buy

We dey run for the dough my guy

We dey grind for the dough my guy

We dey run for the dough my guy

If Eno be money we say bye bye

We dey run for the dough my guy

We dey grind for the dough my guy

We dey run for the dough my guy

If Eno be money we say bye bye

We dey run for the dough my guy

But If you ain't ready then please standby

Get on the side and cry and watch as we fly

We heading up straight to the sky

Swear on my life you don't know the pain

You do not know what I would do to get to my aim

These niggas they think it's a game

The way i dey spit they probably think I'm insane

If ino be dough don't text me

My guy don't vex me

Ns3m fu saaa

I dey think bout my next move

Party not my line nti gyae saaa wo, 'let's booze'

Cut all the ties wey dey stress masa piss off

Get all my goals in check then I take off

Show respect to the big boss

Young G turn to a beast when the beat on

Kasa na dorso mia pause

Gotta get a milli for ma city

Aye hu me wo gyidi very soon everything go source

Started from the bottom now we chilling we fit tell you what the deal is

We be killers to the Clan that's all

Wo nni sika they no go pet you masa dawg

Man no be water man no fit stay poor

Sika sem aa come closer

Bra Kojo me gyi me paper

Borga no long talks

More like a Pornstar

Go hard on my grind bro and come for the paper

Repeat the grind like a dope music

Bro ain't got time for no hater

Menya kakra na me'di bi ahw3 fie chale that bi all my prayer

Go down on my knees and pray like a French and make sure the road is safer

Going for the home run

Niggas out here saying "kwe no fun"

How I'm Supposed to be fun when i got money on my mind?

Will you bitches quit blowing my line

Hella struggle, but won't trade of my life

Roadman, got a pen and a knife

Running with K i aint wasting no time

Kwe with the fire aswear i won't lie

Tripping on the loud

Amnesia but I'm making this sound

We dey FA for the dough my guy

You niggas no go fit dey chat on this side

Fa

Trap for the dough my guy

The homies know shit I dey do for the grind

The bitches know shit them go do for a ride

With Kid I be kicking their shit to the side

We dey run for the dough my guy

We don't see popo my guy

I dey trap for the dough my guy

See what I want and then I buy

We dey run for the dough my guy

We don't see popo my guy

I dey trap for the dough my guy

See what I want and then I buy

We dey run for the dough my guy

We dey grind for the dough my guy

We dey run for the dough my guy

If Eno be money we say bye bye

We dey run for the dough my guy

We dey grind for the dough my guy

We dey run for the dough my guy

If Eno be money we say bye bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Bye Bye, Bye Bye, Bye Bye, Bye Bye, Bye Bye

(Yo Bxndit)