Ran It Up ft. Jdot Breezy Lyrics

Nigga, I done ran it up, I ain't tryna go broke

Swear the money bring pain, but I feel I need more money

Be my best friend, never care for hoes

She wanna fuck, then let her fuck, man, the hoe gon' be a hoe

I don't care about these bitches, only care about my dog

He gon' quit with all that dissin, before he be up on the score

Make a nigga ass go missing, he'll never go back home

Fuck a semi, we got switches, we gon' get a nigga gone

Nigga, run your bag up, you actin' like a bitch

I just let that money add up and drop for them sticks

I just spent 14 for a motherfuckin' switch

Run up on em, get him hit, bet a soul ion miss

Uh, nigga, what you mad for? Hit her, then I'll pass her

She wanna fuck the crew, it ain't no pressure, let him have her

I know just what she do, she want a nigga with her back home

Big bankroll, man, I bet I'll die back home

I'm acting real cocky, and now a young nigga back poor

She left me in the trenches, then I blew, and now she mad huh

I can spend 10,000, then drop 20 on your mans, y'all

Say yall catchin' bodies who yall killin, it don't add up

Buy me a Scat, but I'm like, fuck it, where the Redeye

Pocket rocket in the club, swangin, you a dead guy

2X, eight Woods, nigga, now I'm dead high

Speaking' on my brothers, so I'm screaming, fuck his dead guys

Nigga, we gon' crank in this bitch

Y'all want him, but it's slime, better think in this bitch

Homicide a nigga's dying, leave him stankin' and shit

Out of flash, left a nigga blank in this bitch, yeah

Say I dissed his brother, I don't care

Take mine, I take yours, now, his ass in the air

Nigga, know we get back, we don't never play fair

Leave a niggas, shit splat, then we leave his ass there

Nigga, I done ran it up, I ain't tryna go broke

Swear the money bring pain, but I feel I need more money

Be my best friend, never care for hoes

She wanna fuck, then let her fuck, man, the hoe gon' be a ho

I don't care about these bitches, only care about my dog

He gon' quit with all that dissin, before he be up on the score

Make a nigga ass go missing, he'll never go back home

Fuck a semi, we got switches, we gon' get a nigga gone

I'm ridin' with it on me, cause I might die without my chrome

I got family waitin' for me, so I gotta make it home

I'm providin' for the squad, you know I gotta set the tone

I've been destined' for these M's it's like it's written in a stone

I was seventeen, mobile statewide, with like eight bowls

Got some motion pockets, multiplied by eightfold

Niggas swear they solid, but whole time they really fake, though

Bunch of meal tickets, but your guys still havin' ate, though

I love money conversation, so let's talk about them pesos

I been pushin' P's and I ain't talkin' bout no payloads

Mama cried for me when I was locked up in that box

I beat them charges nowadays, it's celebration's cause the case closed

I done spent bands and made bands the same day

Give a fuck bout who you is, we bleed the same way

Shoutout to my evil twin, we on the same page

If it's really beef, we to your block to start a rampage

I can't find my peace, I need therapy

Late nights I can't sleep, I need clarity

I was fighting, my demons no one was there for me

One of one None of these niggas compare to me

I'm to the top, so buy a ticket fore I blast off

I been sippin' cough syrup, don't even gotta cough

Pockets pregnant, nine months, Big like Rick Ross

I can spend a lot of guala, it's not a problem when you a big boss

One day we gon' stand on top of the world, yeah

On top of the world, oh

I'm gon' keep stackin' till we winnin

I can't find my peace, I need therapy

Late nights I can't sleep, I need clarity

I was fighting, my demons no one was there for me

One of one None of these niggas compare to me