Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Runner’ by A$AP Mob. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Mob or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Um, I just me stackin’ my money
I just be countin’ my money (Goddamn)
Yeah, walkin’ around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
Only talk to me ’bout money
Yeah, smile with my grin, now it’s sunny
Smile with my grin, now it’s sunny
Ayy, nowadays I’m gettin’ money
Eatin’ my eggs little runny
Ayy, nowadays I’m takin’ xannys
That shit turned me to a junkie
Yeah, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick and that ho got a donkey
Ayy, if you fight me and beat me
Pussy nigga better off me
Yeah, choppers, they come with the stick
Put your ass right in the coffin
Yeah, better yet come with your clip
Hit your stomach, now you nauseous
Fuckin’ your bitch, I’m a boss
Usin’ my defense, go straight through an offense
Diamonds so heavy, on 10
‘Cause I swear to God I don’t do the talkin’
Raf Simons heavy on feet
‘Cause I swear to God I don’t do the walkin’
Smokin’ this gas, I can’t breathe
That’s the reason a lil’ nigga keep coughin’
Yeah I’m takin’ these Xans, I can’t see
Better steal Cartier right when I’m stoppin’
Um, I just me stackin’ my money
I just be countin’ my money (Goddamn)
Yeah, walkin’ around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
Only talk to me ’bout money
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Takin’ a flight to London
Takin’ a flight to London
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Takin’ a flight to London
Takin’ a flight to London
Dump at you more than Count Dracula
Callin’ my style spectacular
Suckin’ me off like Dracula
These nuts are like abracadabra
Walk in the spot and I set that bitch off
Coppin’ that Ricky, don’t care what the cross
I hear you niggas, you takin’ the sauce
Cash money on me, my diamonds go bling
Been rockin’ designer
I’ve been rockin’ designer
Damn, and the jean jacket
Yeah, with the Rick Owens to match, I’m fly
Yeah, um, pull out that MAC
Um, if you gon’ pull on my racks
Whippin’ that shit and I whip in that shit
And I stay in the trap
Um, I just me stackin’ my money
I just be countin’ my money (Goddamn)
Yeah, walkin’ around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
Only talk to me ’bout money