Saks ft. wire & Dcthedripgod Lyrics

Aye

Yuh

Run up a milli at Saks

Yeah run up a milli at Saks

Shawty come pat my back

Shawty come sit on my lap

We coming in with the strap

Dc that's my slatt

C3 that's my slatt

Run up a milli at Saks

Run up a milli not tax

Say you're tuff that's cap

Ion really gotta rap

All my money in the trap

All my shooters gone tap

Rocking some Yeezy Gap

Monkell Brand and Gap

Nah Ion really gotta rap

I'll turn you to a pack

Got a shotgun in matte

You want smoke let's match

Whole block lit like match

I put a bag on your shooter

My neck cold like a cooler

Somebody pass me a ruger

Yes I love my cougar

Extended like a ruler

Bag on your shawty

Nobody knew her

Trade a lamb for a new one

Just turned a mill to a billion

Got my gun to the ceilin

Money stacked to the ceilin

In the trap dope dealin

Yeah we did them killin's

She like drugs penicillin

Mask on my face when we drillin

Run up a milli at Saks

Mmm run up a milli at Saks

Yeah run up a milli at Saks

Shawty come tap my back

Shawty come sit on my lap

Yeah run up a milli at Saks

Yeah run up a milli at Saks

Yeah run up a milli at-

Back

Back

Back

I can't fuck with you

Cuz baby you all cap

She wanna have a race with me

Just run a lap

I'm all cool with my bros

All my homies give me dap

If you touch one of my brothers

Best believe we bring the strap

Just like I'm Ye G A P

Nigga that mean Gap

But basically all I'm saying

I'm the best

Just like I'm Dc I'm in college

Got no stress

Why yo bitch beggin to hit

911 we call her the feds

His body drop

Now he gone dance

Look at my wrist shit cost bout a thousand

Fuckin this bitch and she got the mileage

Fast car nascar like Ricky Bobby

Takin these drugs

I'm out of my body

Burn a nigga Bobby Wasabi

Worm a nigga Scottie 2 Hottie

Fuckin yo bitch is part of my hobby

Wrist too cold you can't stop me

Damn where the fuck you go

Damn she wanna fuck on me

Bad lil shorty she in love with me

You niggas be talkin

You niggas is ugly

Niggas mad cuz I get money

Oh you ha ha

Man you funny

In Philly it's always sunny

She said I'm handsome and stunnin

Get the cheese get the cheddar

Making it rain

No matter the weather

Me and yo bitch supposed to be together

No we steady writing love letters

Aye run up a milli at Saks

Mmm run up a milli at Saks

Yeah run up a milli at Saks

Shawty come tap my back

Shawty come pat my back

Shawty come sit on my lap

Dc that's my slatt

C3 that's my slatt

Run up a milli at Saks

Mmm run up a milli at-