Run It Up Lyrics

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