money
Run it up
Run it up, i had to run it up (run it)
I keep that ratchet, i got rackades tucked
I ran it up, bitch i can't give two fucks (god damn)
I ran it up cause i like money
Them blue hundons' get her stickier than honey
And she don't love me, she love my dick and love my money
You don't gotta trust me
I don't trust you, i trust this money
I got them voices in my head
They invoices talking bout money
Playboi Hefner, crib full of all the bunnies
Lil shawty tryna fuck, she think that she gone get it from me
Shawty i just want that icky, that Vicky, Becky, that yucky
But if she bad enough i might splash in like rubber duckies
I know they mad as fuck
I keep adding up
She left before the fame, i know she sad as fuck
Streets like TRE$O hard as hell
Skaters like, he's rad as fuck
If i call my shooters, you can't duck
In the back of the club and i can't stand up
Yeah, i was about to ice out my wrist
AP, just to add to the drip
QP, just to add to the zip
Fuck 12, thirty round be the clip
Groupies, i don't bag, they a trip
Hmm, all my bitches rich
Hmm, all my shit legit
Hmm, im bout my Benjamins
Run it up
Run it up, i had to run it up (run it)
I keep that ratchet, i got rackades tucked
I ran it up, bitch i can't give two fucks (god damn)
I ran it up cause i like money
Them blue hundons' get her stickier than honey
And she don't love me, she love my dick and love my money
You don't gotta trust me
I don't trust you, i trust this money
I got them voices in my head
They invoices talking bout money
Tryna hit Latto but no 777
This 5
I can't go out with out my Smith & Wesson (grrraa)
How that's yo bitch but you get sloppy seconds, she not
These checks be dropping when i least expect it, that's God
Hustlin' is hustlin' no matter how you hustle, bitch
They talk just like they tough and shit
Like i can't get they brother hit
I vibe out and i smoke my shit
No reason why they on my dick
Bitch me and my conglomerates equal 500 hollow tips
Yeah, i was about to ice out my wrist
AP, just to add to the drip
QP, just to add to the zip
Fuck 12, thirty round be the clip
Groupies, i don't bag, they a trip
Hmm, all my bitches rich
Hmm, all my shit legit
Hmm, im bout my Benjamins
Run it up
Run it up, i had to run it up (run it)
I keep that ratchet, i got rackades tucked
I ran it up, bitch i can't give two fucks (god damn)
I ran it up cause i like money
Them blue hundons' get her stickier than honey
And she don't love me, she love my dick and love my money
You don't gotta trust me
I don't trust you, i trust this money
I got them voices in my head
They invoices talking bout money
(come on)
Run it up, i had to run it up (run it)
I keep that ratchet, i got rackades tucked
I ran it up, bitch i can't give two fucks (god damn)
I ran it up cause i like money
Them blue hundons' get her stickier than honey
And she don't love me, she love my dick and love my money
You don't gotta trust me
I don't trust you, i trust this money
I got them voices in my head
They invoices talking bout money
Playboi Hefner, crib full of all the bunnies
Lil shawty tryna fuck, she think that she gone get it from me
Shawty i just want that icky, that Vicky, Becky, that yucky
But if she bad enough i might splash in like rubber duckies
I know they mad as fuck
I keep adding up
She left before the fame, i know she sad as fuck
Streets like TRE$O hard as hell
Skaters like, he's rad as fuck
If i call my shooters, you can't duck
In the back of the club and i can't stand up
Yeah, i was about to ice out my wrist
AP, just to add to the drip
QP, just to add to the zip
Fuck 12, thirty round be the clip
Groupies, i don't bag, they a trip
Hmm, all my bitches rich
Hmm, all my shit legit
Hmm, im bout my Benjamins
Run it up
Run it up, i had to run it up (run it)
I keep that ratchet, i got rackades tucked
I ran it up, bitch i can't give two fucks (god damn)
I ran it up cause i like money
Them blue hundons' get her stickier than honey
And she don't love me, she love my dick and love my money
You don't gotta trust me
I don't trust you, i trust this money
I got them voices in my head
They invoices talking bout money
Tryna hit Latto but no 777
This 5
I can't go out with out my Smith & Wesson (grrraa)
How that's yo bitch but you get sloppy seconds, she not
These checks be dropping when i least expect it, that's God
Hustlin' is hustlin' no matter how you hustle, bitch
They talk just like they tough and shit
Like i can't get they brother hit
I vibe out and i smoke my shit
No reason why they on my dick
Bitch me and my conglomerates equal 500 hollow tips
Yeah, i was about to ice out my wrist
AP, just to add to the drip
QP, just to add to the zip
Fuck 12, thirty round be the clip
Groupies, i don't bag, they a trip
Hmm, all my bitches rich
Hmm, all my shit legit
Hmm, im bout my Benjamins
Run it up
Run it up, i had to run it up (run it)
I keep that ratchet, i got rackades tucked
I ran it up, bitch i can't give two fucks (god damn)
I ran it up cause i like money
Them blue hundons' get her stickier than honey
And she don't love me, she love my dick and love my money
You don't gotta trust me
I don't trust you, i trust this money
I got them voices in my head
They invoices talking bout money
(come on)
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Writer(s): Christopher Mitchell, Tre$o
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