Run It Up
Run it up get your money get your chips up bitch
You run your mouth a lot put a muzzle on that bitch
Pop a bottle like a champagne rocket you bitch
Five four three two one drop it right quick
Second hand smoke got you nauseous huh
Run it up like a car jack huh
Gas in my jacket and Rip The Jacka
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Your suppose to be players, real G's, gangsters don't freeze
The hustle don't sleep how the family suppose to eat huh
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
Aka do the most
I'm a water sign but you wont catch me on no boat
I remember being poor optimo's and pouring fours
I remember being warm now my heart is so cold
My life is too mystic red like a poem
I been knocked down but i came for the thrown
Now im in my zone
They were laughing at me than now its just us alone
Turn the hustle on get money than we get alone
Now that your paper strong i see you get your hating on
When you take notice how far i really gone
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Your suppose to be players, real G's, gangsters don't freeze
The hustle don't sleep how the family suppose to eat huh
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
You run your mouth a lot put a muzzle on that bitch
Pop a bottle like a champagne rocket you bitch
Five four three two one drop it right quick
Second hand smoke got you nauseous huh
Run it up like a car jack huh
Gas in my jacket and Rip The Jacka
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Your suppose to be players, real G's, gangsters don't freeze
The hustle don't sleep how the family suppose to eat huh
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
Aka do the most
I'm a water sign but you wont catch me on no boat
I remember being poor optimo's and pouring fours
I remember being warm now my heart is so cold
My life is too mystic red like a poem
I been knocked down but i came for the thrown
Now im in my zone
They were laughing at me than now its just us alone
Turn the hustle on get money than we get alone
Now that your paper strong i see you get your hating on
When you take notice how far i really gone
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Your suppose to be players, real G's, gangsters don't freeze
The hustle don't sleep how the family suppose to eat huh
Run it up get your money up
Wake it up my nigga, wake it up
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
Work a job, hustle, rob, mack, mob, set up shop
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Writer(s): Javier Valadez
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