Cashmoney - No Rome

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, run, run, run

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Simons' my shoes run over me

All of my jeans mean much to me

I guess your time is luxury

We should rewind, pull back the seats

But your chains so heavy, looks so fine

Head so messy, give it some time

Prada be the devil to my angel

Take your shoes off, that must be painful

Now

Only if you wanna go do it

I won’t ever have to make you do it

Only if you wanna go prove it

Promise me that you would never lie

I could buy things that you would like

Dolce & Gabbana on the bag

Put Balenciaga on the cap

You can push your boy to the side

You know I could be a better guy

Double C’s hanging over you

Only if you’re telling me the truth

I don’t really talk, I’m the type to go in it

And I’m pretty much sure that you’re fucking with a minute man

Every time you try to get it, you stay, you stay intimate

So much you can adore, but you’re over there losing it

Well baby, let me show you how I drive

I could take you home on a Friday night

You can turn the lights off by your side

'Cause I don’t really like it

Promise me that you would never lie

I could buy things that you would like

Dolce & Gabbana on the bag

Put Balenciaga on the cap

You can push your boy to the side

You know I could be a better guy

Double C’s hanging over you

Only if you’re telling me the truth

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, run, run, run

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go

Promise me that you would never lie

I could buy things that you would like

Dolce & Gabbana on the bag

Put Balenciaga on the cap

You can push your boy to the side

You know I could be a better guy

Double C’s hanging over you

Only if you’re telling me the truth

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, run, run, run