Run It Up Lyrics

Talk to em dame

Talk to em

Get rich music

La la la la la la

Fuck the club

Get that bag and

Run it

Run it up

Waking up

So fresh so clean

Man in the mirror

Who is that

Oh it's me

Been changing

Going through some things

Now I'm loving me

If you not loving yo self

Get away from me

Put it in the air

You can smell the trees

This ain't fabreeze

I'm rolling up

Eating papa murphy's

I see her lookin at me

I know she thirsty

And hungry

Fuck you want from me

Man on a mission

Getting to the money

Bad bitch

Melanie cruise

I'm on a yatch

Fuck you thought

Get rich music

Level up

Yo bitch wet

At the thought of us

What the fuck

That's how you know i'm up

Winning

Grinning

Boy why you smiling

Cuz them zeros coming in

Was a zero

They don't count that number

But i'm number one now

They want me to be in the same spot

While they move ahead

How

How that work

I know my worth

I'ma get it

Cuz what i'm doing

Bigger than me

Preach

Yeah

Take em to school

Nigga yeah i teach

Oh that's a foul why you reach

Yeah look at me

Yo bitch wet at the thought of me

So i

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Fuck the club

Get the bag and

Run it up

I mean shit

She gonna chase me anyway

When i get that bread coming in and

We know the game man

This cat and mouse shit

But why should i chase the cat

That shit is so wack

I'm done with that

I'm on this new shit nigga

You should join in

Yeah

I ain't chasing these hoes

These hoes is birds man

Bird brain

Bird dead

Brain dead

Only way to get ahead

Is getting to the bag

Trust me

She gone run and come and chase that

Facts

I'm done with this track