conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Running Back with the following description: This highly anticipated collaboration between Wale and Lil Wayne debuted on ESPN’s First Take. In the song, the rappers muse on the position of running back in American football as it relates to their lifestyles as rappers. Hence the hook: “We ball.”
  Wale and Wayne are outspoken sports fans. They recorded the track at Plant Studios in Los Angeles. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Wale]
  Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
  She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
  You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
  These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
  Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
  The money be coming in, the money be coming in
  See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
  My niggas, we run the city
  The money be coming in, the money be coming in
  [Verse 1: Wale]
  Look, my bitch is on Tumblr
  Your bitch need a tummy tuck
  Since Jesus of Nazareth
  The realest you've come across
  I be with killers just coming home
  They only hope is me and the Quran
  They only wish is for a new chain
  But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
  I get the money stacked
  See the moon's where it's sunny at
  And I move where the realest be
  And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin' lapped
  Yeah, the DMV on the map
  That's a city, two states if you can count
  I'm as real as I say, I never lie
  So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back, eh [Chorus: Wale & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Bitches want money stacks (Go), I just want my percent
  She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
  You niggas be fumbling (
  Yeah
  ), don't you give 'em no gun again
  These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in (
  Ayy
  )
  Said the money be coming in (
  Ayy
  ), the money be coming in (
  Ayy
  )
  The money be coming in (Yeah), the money be coming in (
  Yeah
  )
  See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah (
  Yeah
  )
  My niggas, we run the city (
  Yeah
  )
  The money be coming in (
  Yeah
  ), the money be coming in
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne, 
  Wale
  , 
  Lil Wayne & Wale
  ]
  These bitches want money stacks
  Me? I want a hundred stacks
  These bitches sellin' they soul
  Well, I want my money back
  She bounce it like jumpin' jacks
  But she got a funny ass
  Look what them booty shots done to that
  That bitch need her money back, Lord
  She like the finer things
  She said I sent her a diamond ring
  She say I buy her all kinds of things
  She lie about everything
  I put her on time out and everything
  I cut the bitch off like a thread of string (
  Cut
  )
  These hoes'll say about anything
  'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
  That's why I get high about every day (
  Hah
  )
  All of this fog like the weather change
   (
  No, no
  )
  Turn the strip club to a hurricane
  We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
  And we do not play games 'bout money, mane (
  No
  )
  She do something strange for money, mane (
  Money, money
  )
  Yeah, I used to play running back
  I turned that football to a money bag,
   I'm gone (
  Cash
  ) [Chorus: Wale & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent (
  Yeah
  )
  She told me to hit the hole (
  Huh
  ), I used to play running back
   (
  Yeah
  )
  You niggas be fumbling (
  Huh
  ), don't you give 'em no gun again
   (
  Yeah
  )
  These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in (
  Ayy
  )
  Said the money be coming in (
  Ayy
  ), the money be coming in (
  Ayy
  )
  The money be coming in (
  Yeah
  ), the money be coming in
  See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah (
  We balling
  )
  My niggas, we run the city (
  We balling
  )
  The money be coming in (
  We balling
  ), the money be coming in
  [Outro: Lil Wayne, 
  Wale
  , 
  Lil Wayne & Wale
  ]
  Balling, we 
  balling
  We balling
  , balling (
  Balling
  )
  Hey, darling
   (
  Hey, darling
  )
  Sweet darling (
  Hey, darling
  ), you know we ballin'
  We balling, Wale, fuck with me
  Mula, baby
  Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
  We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season
  For no reason, fuck with me