Loving you is all that I have to do
Yeah
I don't wanna do anything else
I don't wanna do anything else, baby, baby
Drop yo' dot, you know I'm coming
Lacefront fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me
Drop the lo', I'm coming
I already know it's running for me
Girl, it's truly a blessing
You can make all the mess that you want
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run
Runnin' like a faucet
Late night till the early morning
Whoa, yeah
Give a fuck 'bout where you going
Working even on your days off (Yeah, yeah)
Body right, everything soft (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots, she don't really talk
Business card, show 'em you the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know you a small city girl (21, 21)
I know **** in your DM
She don't wanna be a BM
Who them ****? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or brim
Late night, rippin' off her Skims
Winter time, I got on my Timbs
Make a baby, listening to Tems (21)
These bitches call me Sugar Ray
I might ball, but ****, I don't play
Call a Uber, she done overstayed
Every hour, new one on the way
Pop shit, I'm straight up out the A
Hot shit, come up out the K
My lil' brother got more masks than Ye
I wanna feel your stomach (21)
Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin' (On God)
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Drop yo' dot, you know I'm coming
Lacefront fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' (21)
Runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, yeah
Runnin'
Drop the lo', I'm coming (21, 21)
I already know it's running for me
Girl, it's truly a blessing
You can make all the mess that you want (On God)
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run (Yeah)
Runnin' like a faucet
Late night till the early morning
Give a fuck 'bout where you going (On God)
When I come around, you know
Yeah, you know
Have your head wrapped, it's going down fasho
That's on God
Fuck where yo' bed at, bitch, get down on the flo'
21, 21
Runnin' from me
21, 21
Drop yo' dot, you know I'm coming
Lacefront fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Loving you is all that I have to do
I don't wanna do anything else
Listen, baby

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Christopher Wood, Ronald Nathan Latour Jr., John Julian, David Patino, Francis Esteban, Darryl Pearson, Donald Earle De Grate Jr, Joel Hailey & Daveon Jackson.