Run Up

I gotta run up da sack
Ima go get me a bag
Ima go get me a check
Im gotta run up da check
I gotta run up da sack
I gotta get me a bag
Ima go get me a check
I gotta run up da check
I gotta run up da check
I gotta run up da bag
I gotta get me a bag
I gotta run up the sack

I want success so I'm chasing a check
It mean that pack in when I say im on deck
When I tell her give me becky I want da Neck
When I say it's math time I'm counting a check
In yall Niggas snithin in da game that's a tech
Yeah y'all all y'all can get sprayed with da tech
I'm a grind hard with no sleep need no rest
Get to da check ima stand in dey chest
Chef in the kitchen I bake it the best
Bussing that brick opening making no mess
Drop fillet no flex nah we don't do finesse
We bout our bag bout our check
We bout our bag bout our check
Give me that address that pack come express
And it's insured no worries no stress
When you Undress her you'll be impressed
I'm obsessed I confess
We play the game like it's chess premeditated no guess
Making progress trust the process
What you eatin on nigga don't make me shit Ian impressed
Ima drip drip drip drip to the bag
Designer rags yeah I dip and dab
Foreign car grip grain and grab
See me flyin pass to da bag
See me flying pass to da cash
Do the dash yeah do da dash
Run up a check I'ma get the bag
I gotta chase and run up my sack

I gotta run up da sack
Ima go get me a bag
Ima go get me a check
Im gotta run up da check
I gotta run up da sack
I gotta get me a bag
Ima go get me a check
I gotta run up da check
I gotta run up da check
I gotta run up da bag
I gotta get me a bag
I gotta run up the sack



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Bolden
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