Run It Up
Stack up the nachos
Look in my safe safe safe
These niggas imposters
They move fake fake fake
Do what I got to
Tryna get paid paid paid
Run it up
Do it like Nike run it up
Niggas just in the way
Really just in the way
Get out my way
Might do the benz today
She got a friend okay
Come out play
I gotta blick ok
He gotta stick ok
Shit get sprayed
I gotta aim and its insane
Stay in yo lane
Or feel this pain
How did I get here? thats a jet
Take one back that's a flex
Hit it from the back, grab her neck
Hit it so good can't catch yo breathe
Fuck is you doing don't have cuff that
Tryna get a mil i ain't had one yet
Niggas Reebok ain't had one check
Got they bitch eyes one me
Like a staring contest
Stack up the nachos
Look in my safe safe safe
These niggas imposters
They move fake fake fake
Do what I got to
Tryna get paid paid paid
Run it up
Do it like Nike run it up
Niggas just in the way
Really just in the way
Get out my way
Might do the benz today
She got a friend okay
Come out play
I gotta stick ok
He gotta blick ok
Shit get sprayed
I gotta aim and its insane
Stay in yo lane
Or feel this pain
Too fast
Smell the cologne it's new cash
Too bad
You got an opinion
But who ask
News flesh
I been a demon since school glass
Hit Saks to pick up a few bags
Then I'm putting her legs where the moon at
Look in my safe safe safe
These niggas imposters
They move fake fake fake
Do what I got to
Tryna get paid paid paid
Run it up
Do it like Nike run it up
Niggas just in the way
Really just in the way
Get out my way
Might do the benz today
She got a friend okay
Come out play
I gotta blick ok
He gotta stick ok
Shit get sprayed
I gotta aim and its insane
Stay in yo lane
Or feel this pain
How did I get here? thats a jet
Take one back that's a flex
Hit it from the back, grab her neck
Hit it so good can't catch yo breathe
Fuck is you doing don't have cuff that
Tryna get a mil i ain't had one yet
Niggas Reebok ain't had one check
Got they bitch eyes one me
Like a staring contest
Stack up the nachos
Look in my safe safe safe
These niggas imposters
They move fake fake fake
Do what I got to
Tryna get paid paid paid
Run it up
Do it like Nike run it up
Niggas just in the way
Really just in the way
Get out my way
Might do the benz today
She got a friend okay
Come out play
I gotta stick ok
He gotta blick ok
Shit get sprayed
I gotta aim and its insane
Stay in yo lane
Or feel this pain
Too fast
Smell the cologne it's new cash
Too bad
You got an opinion
But who ask
News flesh
I been a demon since school glass
Hit Saks to pick up a few bags
Then I'm putting her legs where the moon at
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Albert James York
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