Intro 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks 
Better run, better run 
Faster than my gun 

Chorus 
Woke?up?with money on?my mind (Woke up with money?on my mind) 
No nine to five (No nine to five) 
I think I'm 'bout to rob today (I think I'm 'bout to rob today) 
I got that Nina on my side (On my side), partner in crime 
Don't wanna have to blow ya brain (Don't wanna have to blow ya brain) 
I love my main bitch and my side (I love my main bitch and my side) 
They blow my line (They blow my line) 
I told 'em both I need some space (I told 'em both I need some space) 
Feel like Allah (Feel like Allah), I feel like God (I feel like God) 
I wonder why (I wonder why) 
These niggas say my name in vain (These niggas say my name in vain) 

Post-Chorus 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks 
You better run, better run, faster than my gun 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks 
You better run, better run, faster than my gun 

Verse 
Faster than my gun (Yeah) 
Blasted him for fun (Brrt) 
Went from rags to rich as fuck 
Bet the baddest bitch gon' suck some 
Pull up on her, bet she suck some 
Hit her and her friend, that's a plus one 
I promise I came from nothin' 
He ain't rappin', that nigga be bluffing 
Draco came with a drum (Drum) 
And that motherfucka got kick 
Got it in the duffle, only way it's gon' fit 
Still lookin' for the nigga who been leakin' my shit (Fah, fah) 
Real niggas move in silence, if you 'bout it, keep it silent (Shh) 
I got Dior on my visor 'cause the streets is gettin' hotter (Pff) 
I can't sleep right now I'm grindin' 
I been shinin', look at these diamonds 
Hope lil' shawty don't take it personal when I'm a bad time (Take it personal) 
Got a little bitch, she from Nevada 
Shawty lil' Spanish like Piña coladas
I woke, up told her, "Let's get this money"
Her nigga done had too much vagina (Woo, woo, woo)

Chorus
Woke up with money on my mind (Woke up with money on my mind)
No nine to five (No nine to five)
I think I'm 'bout to rob today (I think I'm 'bout to rob today)
I got that Nina on my side (On my side), partner in crime
Don't wanna have to blow ya brain (Don't wanna have to blow ya brain)
I love my main bitch and my side (I love my main bitch and my side)
They blow my line (They blow my line)
I told 'em both I need some space (I told 'em both I need some space)
Feel like Allah (Feel like Allah), I feel like God (I feel like God)
I wonder why (I wonder why)
These niggas say my name in vain (These niggas say my name in vain)

Post-Chorus
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my gun