In a Year

Yea I ran it up in a year
Yea ran it up in a year
Yea I ran it up in a year
Yea ran it up in a year

Yea goin up switchin gears
Yea like whats up bitch im here
Yea I dun faced all my fears
Yea got it poppin wit my peers
Yea I be trappin I dont slow down
Keep that paper on me
Keep enough to go round
Got the baddest women givin me a show now
Cuz I hustle like a QB every four downs
I took a chance a made a play back on the first
They tried to stop the play
I still went down the turf
I said this year they gonna pay me what I'm worth
They tried to stop the wave
Instead I made em surf
I never been the one for settling
I keep this shit in ration like I was pedaling
I find a real one and I show her shit she never seen
We taking island trips and flexing like we wrestling

Yea I ran it up in a year
Yea ran it up in a year
Yea I ran it up in a year
Yea ran it up in a year

And It aint no bad business
Time is to precious to waste one minute
When im takin money fuck these hoes till im finished
Came up from where they be kicking doors like a menace
Roll exotic smoke behind windows and they tinted
Made so many flips that I should go in the Guinness
Parley where its boujee but my soul in the trenches
Hot right now but used to be so cold in them winters
Hustling for them racks that dont 'en fold in the denim
Watching for the hoes that dont want go till you spend em
Ima chef im cookin work up like a stove till Im winnin
Never miss a check because you know I go get it

Yea goin up switching gears
Yea like whats up bitch im here
Yea I dun faced all my fears
Yea got it poppin wit my peers
Yea I ran it up in a year
Yea ran it up in a year
Yea I ran it up in a year
Yea ran it up in a year



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Writer(s): Desmond Barnes
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