Run The AMEX Up Lyrics

(Thank you DJ Noble)

(Can you turn this up?)

I was breaking down my bitch talking bout breaking up

Thumbing thru these hunnits shit I'm tired of getting paper cuts

Whole fam eating off the food we some caterers

Barber when it's beef fade away and yellow tape em up

Like a blind man never leave without the stick

You gone lose yo head if I'm coming off the hip

Gotta kill me fa these ice I ain't coming outta shit

For a bow of Za I a get a nigga zipped

Who gone fold when it's pressure, not me

Can get a nigga blue for a script of Oxys

Glock twenty-three cause niggas think they hypebeast

It costs to be a boss I don't know my life free

Run the AMEX up then report the shit as fraud

Niggas pape fucked up na they shit in the pawn

I don't need no nigga I can pay my own bond

Bouta make a M soon I feel it in my palms nigga

(Bouta make a M soon I feel it in my palms nigga)

(Bouta make a M soon I feel it in my palms nigga)

Shit took hard work I ain't get it overnight

Flight attendants know my name when I'm chilling on a flight

Buddha got ten he ain't tripping he just want a Kite

Put some pape on his books just to make sure he right

Niggas need to get a job cause this street shit ain't working

Niggas talk crazy when you bump into em they get nervous

Hoe ain't worth two pennies bitch'll never get a Birkin

What you want for that pussy I ain't got time for flirting

Cut a bitch off quick I got other hoes waiting

Hit the Chris for ravioli tip a hundred to the waitress

They like you on earth what you doing in a spaceship

Creed what I smell like yeah yo hoe love the fragrance

(Creed what I smell like yeah yo hoe love the fragrance)

(Hoe love the fragrance)