[Intro: Juice WRLD]
TheBeatAsylum
See me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby, I'ma run it, me
Yeah
Joey Rock Marley

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & 34 Ace]
See me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby, I'ma run it, me
Me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby girl I run it, me (Ayy, ayy)
It's me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me (Whoa)
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby girl I run it, me (Ayy, skrt skrt)

[Verse 1: 34 Ace]
Makin' the progress
I got a brick and a half with my homie he look like a baby
I got a pound in my locker, and I'm in the airport not chillin'
I catch a K for a body my lawyer gon' go and appeal it
That's on me
How you get caught with that work man I ain't ever speakin'
I pour up a four of some clean, so clean that its squeakin'
They don't wanna let me eat
But this happenin'
You know I'ma sneak it, yeah
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
See me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby, I'ma run it, me
Me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby girl I run it, me (Ayy, ayy)
It's me
I ain't ever runnin' out of money, me <(Whoa)
I'ma always keep this shit one hundred, me
I don't walk it baby girl I run it, me (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
She wanna get in my ride, it ain't for me to decide
Babe if the feelin' is right, you can do whatever you like
That's on me, as long as we keepin' it lowkey
And we dodgin' the police, cause they think that they know me
When they don't even know me
No, no, no, I ain't goin out sad
Look, I'm winnin' and makin' them mad
I know some bitches that do anything for the cash
Last night was so fun, yeah I had a blast
Damn they gotta run it back
I remember doin' Xan' bars in class, I ain't wanna do the math
I'm with n***as that be takin' other n***as cash
Put the money in the bag
Hit his bitch from the back, she ain't know how to act
Kick her out after that
Then run up a check in my durag
All these n***as be stealin' the Juice swag
They lookin' like how did he do that, got a gun on my hip I'ma shoot that
All these n***as got something to prove, but I know they ain't finna prove that
He tellin' me what he gon' do, but I know he ain't finna do that
And we ain't got nothing to lose, my n***as pull up and they shoot
It ain't my fault I got more money then you though
I told her handle my dirty work, baby go make yourself useful
Girl I be livin' in the fast lane, shit you ain't used to
Hey, I ain't lookin' for a main thing, I'm tryna use you
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
That's on me
That's on me