Running It Up Lyrics

My life life a movie

More money more problems

My problems been growing

This life that I'm living I ain't gotta show it

My money been growing now she wanna know me

I was at the bottom everybody know it

I done ran it and travel different places

I was selling weed before everybody grew it

Soda stretch the bags had to wear a apron

Brother could've went and been an All American

Could've got a coup but he ain't have no patience

Wake up then I make a play in MIA

Load on the way to lock in with the Haitians

I done ran it up now everybody hate me

Once you get a bag bitches wanna date you

Niggas in a feelings hating cause they ain't you

So much fast money shit feel like we racing

Feel like cash money I be bling-blinging

Youngest nigga doing it I be Lil Wayne'n

I don't play the gram shit be entertainment

S* in the trap boy I think I'm Franklin

I be in my lane shit be getting dangerous

Boys a spin your block and give your boys a spanking

Hit him in his legs now that nigga singing

Hit em' in his top and gave that boy a facial

And I don't fuck wit new niggas like I'm racist

Heart cold nigga froze Lockhaven

I know you hear me but you gotta understand

You could cut my tongue before I make a statement

Plays in Bmore I'm feeling like Raven

I could have a cape and still wouldn't save her

You can have a hit and still not make it

Once I get them bricks I'm feeling like the mayor

Yeah

Uh huh

Playing that gram the quickest way to get your ass a case (But they know)

You gotta move under the ropes you gotta play it safe (I know that)

I was 18 and tryna find somewhere to stash the plates (yeah yeah)

If auntie Sarah ain't take me in

I don't know If I'd ah made it

The dirty money come with fed time

But we still chasing it (we still getting to it)

Them E-Trades might have a deadline

The guys still taking em'

It's a marathon fuck I look like racing em'

I could put 50 to the side

A nigga think ima play with em'

I put 1000 in the shed

The first night I stayed with em'

I fell in love with making plays

It's the only thing that paid a nigga

I went to school to sell my drugs

And somehow I graduated (yeah yeah)

Rap niggas fake trappers they fabricated

I used to baking soda my loads to multiply my paper

I'm from the trenches is already a slim chance we making it

Red or blue baggies

Either way is Kurt angle in it

I gotta keep my banger wit me'

I got the plug the streets talkin

My day 1 just called me

Said he need a free car but he short 150

He say he only got Apple Pay I hung the phone

I used to

If you following you get

I can't get too much in detail them people be listening

Me and brodie out in London we done played it different

Hitting bitches you Niggas look at

You dream of hitting

Bitches ah treat you like you Jesus

You Dior Christian em'

I sold pounds out of the Stella

But had the 4 5th wit me

Fuck all that playing and sitting around

We had to go and get the shit

He lost his trial at 17 he 35 is still in there

Young Niggas living wild acting like they don't know what living is

Acting like they don't know what living bout

He get them bags in but can't get em out

Nigga I'm so tapped in

We just black truck out of the hood to Barack Obama house

Woah woah

Woah

Access granted and then I'm hopping out

Trapping by the embassies

I got a dub on me I ain't even count it

Pussy