Run It Up

You minus me there ain't no better half
You a bad bitch but I got me a bag
I got all the cash stuffed InDesigner bags
Bitches speaking on my body guess I really got em mad
I don't know why they hating
But but but but little bitch, you is basic
Bitch they ain't shit
But baby I runs it up

Lil bitch on my dick she just like the way I whip
She the type to try to shake it when I gotta take a piss
She wanna French kiss but bitch no Ruth Chris ruthless
Bitch you know how my body be
I be going hard no stopping me
Cocky me I give it so raw that they copy me
She papi me
Oshitake mushrooms with teriyaki
Got me high at this party not fucking with anybody
Plus I clean up nice this is ones not nikes
All white but the top all red like ice spice
Different colors in my stones shit looking like fried rice
I be rolling broken hearts and I smoke em in plain sight
Baby you don't know me enough to tell me what I'm like
You on the outside looking in trying to tell me bout my life
Baby I'm the shit and I know that I rhyme nice
And she gave me good brain I can tell that her mind right

Dynamic duo but I play the villain
Money bring the problems but I gotta raise the village
So give me more problems bad bitches got em
Check after check they all blue I never bought em
Stack stack stack and I'm just chasing that paper
Racks racks racks but I got shots for you haters
Fa fa fa fa fa I don't hate her
Nah nah nah but baby I runs it up
I'm just money motivated baby
You can break my heart but you won't break that pocket though



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Writer(s): Gerald Parker Jr
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