Run It Up
You talkin' paper, let's get paper huh
You talkin' paper, let's get paper, let's get paper huh
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
Run him down, pop him in his kneecap
We ain't really fightin', we don't need that
Tell me that you love me I need feed back
You thought you broke the bank, we exceed that
I really mean that
Where the cheese at
Lil' bitch steadily askin' where the weed at
Arch her back, bend her over, imma beat that
Arch her back, bend her over, imma beat that
Got this shit in a chokehold
Side bitch on drugs, she a coke hoe
Suck dick all night with a stuffed nose
Then clean up, washin' dishes as the sun rose
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
Lord of the rings, I'm the man, call me Froto
Got these ns runnin' scared like I'm po-po
Always ridin' with the stick, Mr. Polo
In her phone she got me stored under bro bro
Oh no
Oh no
Oh. Cee got her strung out on the cocoa
Oh. Cee don't give a fuck about no hoe
No hoe
No hoe
No hoe
No hoe
Bring it back, cashed out, they like you did that
Where's the bag, where's it goin, I need all that
Who is you, we don't know you, need to fall back
For these hammers start hummin' at ya ball cap
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na, better run it up
If you lackin', then yo squad need to huddle up
You talkin' paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We on the rise, this our time, watch us bubble up
I know how to get it, watch me get to it
On the road to riches, watch me stick to it
Never sat the bench, na been doin it
Always plead the fifth to the bitch stupid
Run around town just like Charlie Brown
Air them ns out then I'm Greyhound
Laid her ass out, she ain't made a sound
Threw the Hail Mary, na touchdown
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talkin' paper, let's get paper, let's get paper huh
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
Run him down, pop him in his kneecap
We ain't really fightin', we don't need that
Tell me that you love me I need feed back
You thought you broke the bank, we exceed that
I really mean that
Where the cheese at
Lil' bitch steadily askin' where the weed at
Arch her back, bend her over, imma beat that
Arch her back, bend her over, imma beat that
Got this shit in a chokehold
Side bitch on drugs, she a coke hoe
Suck dick all night with a stuffed nose
Then clean up, washin' dishes as the sun rose
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
Lord of the rings, I'm the man, call me Froto
Got these ns runnin' scared like I'm po-po
Always ridin' with the stick, Mr. Polo
In her phone she got me stored under bro bro
Oh no
Oh no
Oh. Cee got her strung out on the cocoa
Oh. Cee don't give a fuck about no hoe
No hoe
No hoe
No hoe
No hoe
Bring it back, cashed out, they like you did that
Where's the bag, where's it goin, I need all that
Who is you, we don't know you, need to fall back
For these hammers start hummin' at ya ball cap
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na, better run it up
If you lackin', then yo squad need to huddle up
You talkin' paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We on the rise, this our time, watch us bubble up
I know how to get it, watch me get to it
On the road to riches, watch me stick to it
Never sat the bench, na been doin it
Always plead the fifth to the bitch stupid
Run around town just like Charlie Brown
Air them ns out then I'm Greyhound
Laid her ass out, she ain't made a sound
Threw the Hail Mary, na touchdown
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
You talking paper, let's get paper, we can double up
We pullin' hammers, ain't no fightin', ain't no one on one
Don't give a fuck about your side, imma tear it up
Quit bitchin' lil' na better run it up
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Writer(s): Randall Carroll
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