Run It Up
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I Run that shit up and I flip it instantly
I break the bred up the I split with the family
M'son sevitè now they say that I'm crazy
Its Made out of silk and I keep that shit on me
When I Hop on the track you know I don't play games
Facts on facts put my bars in a frame
Put that on my lwas I ain't never gon change
Splash to hard when I Walk I leave stains
R-a-b-o-t-o this where I'm from we in this bitch
Mother fuck your ego all my niggas bosses running shit
We to busy chasing zeros couldn't care about no bitch
I was born broke but I told my momma we gon die rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
No I don't need a stylist
Tho I handle my business
Weighed the clean on the benches
Now I trap with no digits
Had the cook up the fishy
I did my thing with the coca mo
I put the c in the Coca Cola
Whip up the d tryna get some more
I told my momma I made it Shirley just look at ya baby
Told them niggas gone hate me but Won't let a pussy fade me
Won't let a pussy take me I go hard than the raiders
Out the swamp like the gators
I might buy a new coupe and paint it tomato
Then squat it ok Asanti for them haters
Sayonara to ya fakers
Shawty ain't have enough paper
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I Run that shit up and I flip it instantly
I break the bred up the I split with the family
M'son sevitè now they say that I'm crazy
Its Made out of silk and I keep that shit on me
When I Hop on the track you know I don't play games
Facts on facts put my bars in a frame
Put that on my lwas I ain't never gon change
Splash to hard when I Walk I leave stains
R-a-b-o-t-o this where I'm from we in this bitch
Mother fuck your ego all my niggas bosses running shit
We to busy chasing zeros couldn't care about no bitch
I was born broke but I told my momma we gon die rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
No I don't need a stylist
Tho I handle my business
Weighed the clean on the benches
Now I trap with no digits
Had the cook up the fishy
I did my thing with the coca mo
I put the c in the Coca Cola
Whip up the d tryna get some more
I told my momma I made it Shirley just look at ya baby
Told them niggas gone hate me but Won't let a pussy fade me
Won't let a pussy take me I go hard than the raiders
Out the swamp like the gators
I might buy a new coupe and paint it tomato
Then squat it ok Asanti for them haters
Sayonara to ya fakers
Shawty ain't have enough paper
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business
I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits
I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich
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Writer(s): Fritz David Saint-louis, Jimmy St. Pierre
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