Run The AMEX Up

(Thank you DJ Noble)
(Can you turn this up?)

I was breaking down my bitch talking bout breaking up
Thumbing thru these hunnits shit I'm tired of getting paper cuts
Whole fam eating off the food we some caterers
Barber when it's beef fade away and yellow tape em up
Like a blind man never leave without the stick
You gone lose yo head if I'm coming off the hip
Gotta kill me fa these ice I ain't coming outta shit
For a bow of Za I a get a nigga zipped
Who gone fold when it's pressure, not me
Can get a nigga blue for a script of Oxys
Glock twenty-three cause niggas think they hypebeast
It costs to be a boss I don't know my life free
Run the AMEX up then report the shit as fraud
Niggas pape fucked up na they shit in the pawn
I don't need no nigga I can pay my own bond
Bouta make a M soon I feel it in my palms nigga

(Bouta make a M soon I feel it in my palms nigga)
(Bouta make a M soon I feel it in my palms nigga)

Shit took hard work I ain't get it overnight
Flight attendants know my name when I'm chilling on a flight
Buddha got ten he ain't tripping he just want a Kite
Put some pape on his books just to make sure he right
Niggas need to get a job cause this street shit ain't working
Niggas talk crazy when you bump into em they get nervous
Hoe ain't worth two pennies bitch'll never get a Birkin
What you want for that pussy I ain't got time for flirting
Cut a bitch off quick I got other hoes waiting
Hit the Chris for ravioli tip a hundred to the waitress
They like you on earth what you doing in a spaceship
Creed what I smell like yeah yo hoe love the fragrance

(Creed what I smell like yeah yo hoe love the fragrance)
(Hoe love the fragrance)