I Run it up with my brother, and we send him to god
I ran up these checks and i'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
I run it up with my brother, and we send him to God
I run up these checks and I'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
Please get the f*ck out my face
I was on my f*ck boy shit back in 10th grade
Shawty wanna come and take a picture
We all f*ck it up in the back, we gon' diss her
All these cameras in my eyes, I can't see a damn thing
Fly up on you like a bee, you know that I'm gonna sting
I'm up with my homies and you still playing on the swing
Now I'm back to the itty bitty rap shit
I'm like ski mask the way I'm on the cat piss
Take it or leave it, you cannot underestimate this
I drive off like I got road rage
I don't f*ck with bitches or fakes, no way
I drive off like I got road rage
I don't f*ck with bitches or hoes, no way
That shit was funny
Run up on me and I'ma get your money
Shawty bouncing on me like a bunny
I'm up with cell and I'll shoot you in your tummy
Run it up bitch, give me your check, check, check, Runnin' out of breath, I don't break a sweat, sweat, sweat
You up in the club bitch you know you in debt
When I'm up they gon' wanna hop on my private jet
Run up on you like Carmelo, I'm a triple threat XXL yeah I'm coming for a next year
Vision was blurry but now I see it clear
It's in my headlights like a damn deer
I Run it up with my brother, and we send him to god
I ran up these checks and i'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
I run it up with my brother, and we send him to God
I run up these checks and I'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Please don't run up on you will get done up
I'm with my bro bout to turn up for summer
Bitches getting excited when I show up
Everywhere that I go, yeah they know us
Mix up the Hennessy with Coca-Cola
I'ma drink all night till I throw up look
I'm tryna run it up fast
I'ma do anything for that cash
F*cking hoes with this rapping now
If you tripping we'll pack him now
I'm tryna make a million dollars so I can take my family on vacation now
In a fast whip with a bad bitch
I'm like damn I'm getting impatient now, look
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I Run it up with my brother, and we send him to god
I ran up these checks and i'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
I run it up with my brother, and we send him to God
I run up these checks and I'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
Please get the f*ck out my face
I was on my f*ck boy shit back in 10th grade
Shawty wanna come and take a picture
We all f*ck it up in the back, we gon' diss her
All these cameras in my eyes, I can't see a damn thing
Fly up on you like a bee, you know that I'm gonna sting
I'm up with my homies and you still playing on the swing
Now I'm back to the itty bitty rap shit
I'm like ski mask the way I'm on the cat piss
Take it or leave it, you cannot underestimate this
I drive off like I got road rage
I don't f*ck with bitches or fakes, no way
I drive off like I got road rage
I don't f*ck with bitches or hoes, no way
That shit was funny
Run up on me and I'ma get your money
Shawty bouncing on me like a bunny
I'm up with cell and I'll shoot you in your tummy
Run it up bitch, give me your check, check, check, Runnin' out of breath, I don't break a sweat, sweat, sweat
You up in the club bitch you know you in debt
When I'm up they gon' wanna hop on my private jet
Run up on you like Carmelo, I'm a triple threat XXL yeah I'm coming for a next year
Vision was blurry but now I see it clear
It's in my headlights like a damn deer
I Run it up with my brother, and we send him to god
I ran up these checks and i'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
I run it up with my brother, and we send him to God
I run up these checks and I'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Please don't run up on you will get done up
I'm with my bro bout to turn up for summer
Bitches getting excited when I show up
Everywhere that I go, yeah they know us
Mix up the Hennessy with Coca-Cola
I'ma drink all night till I throw up look
I'm tryna run it up fast
I'ma do anything for that cash
F*cking hoes with this rapping now
If you tripping we'll pack him now
I'm tryna make a million dollars so I can take my family on vacation now
In a fast whip with a bad bitch
I'm like damn I'm getting impatient now, look
I ran up these checks and i'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
I run it up with my brother, and we send him to God
I run up these checks and I'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
Please get the f*ck out my face
I was on my f*ck boy shit back in 10th grade
Shawty wanna come and take a picture
We all f*ck it up in the back, we gon' diss her
All these cameras in my eyes, I can't see a damn thing
Fly up on you like a bee, you know that I'm gonna sting
I'm up with my homies and you still playing on the swing
Now I'm back to the itty bitty rap shit
I'm like ski mask the way I'm on the cat piss
Take it or leave it, you cannot underestimate this
I drive off like I got road rage
I don't f*ck with bitches or fakes, no way
I drive off like I got road rage
I don't f*ck with bitches or hoes, no way
That shit was funny
Run up on me and I'ma get your money
Shawty bouncing on me like a bunny
I'm up with cell and I'll shoot you in your tummy
Run it up bitch, give me your check, check, check, Runnin' out of breath, I don't break a sweat, sweat, sweat
You up in the club bitch you know you in debt
When I'm up they gon' wanna hop on my private jet
Run up on you like Carmelo, I'm a triple threat XXL yeah I'm coming for a next year
Vision was blurry but now I see it clear
It's in my headlights like a damn deer
I Run it up with my brother, and we send him to god
I ran up these checks and i'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
I run it up with my brother, and we send him to God
I run up these checks and I'm blasting to mars
I don't know what the f*ck you on please don't come near me
Don't don't don't don't don't
Don't come near me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Please don't run up on you will get done up
I'm with my bro bout to turn up for summer
Bitches getting excited when I show up
Everywhere that I go, yeah they know us
Mix up the Hennessy with Coca-Cola
I'ma drink all night till I throw up look
I'm tryna run it up fast
I'ma do anything for that cash
F*cking hoes with this rapping now
If you tripping we'll pack him now
I'm tryna make a million dollars so I can take my family on vacation now
In a fast whip with a bad bitch
I'm like damn I'm getting impatient now, look
Writer: Jimmy Bell
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