CJ Tarrats - Run It Up! (feat. Harry Rosé) Lyrics

Sick 'n' tired of all this waitin'
Life got me in a chokehold, need a vacation
They say all I need is patience
But the only thing I need is the green, a lil payment
So cut the check, nigga, that's my only statement
Go psycho in the bank, you can even call me Bateman
Only money makers know my location
Only bag chasers keep it up, that's motivation
Swear these dummy niggas like to try me
They like to play with the things that I need
Swear these stupid bitches really like me
They only do it all just to spite me
Who only do it all for double taps on IG?
I only do the right thing, money like Spike Lee
Need law & order in my life, play some Ice T
I just do it, you can't check me, I ain't Nike
I don't think I've had enough
Been hopping on the track ever since the jump
Been waiting for the income to only go up
I'ma need you to run it, run it, bitch, run it, run it up
You think you've had enough?
I know I didn't, pour that liquor in my cup
Get down on your knees, nigga, you know wassup
I need you to run it, run it, bitch, run it, run it up
Sick & tired of you bum ass niggas
Y'all punk bitches ain't shit, you can't rock with a winna'
With the copper on your neck f*cking with a gold digga'
Yeah, you staring at my plate, wanting my chicken dinna'
But I keep the cash in the safe, call me a hoarder
With this ice on my wrist wet like water
Keep us separated, stay behind the border
While I'm f*cking on your sons and lighting up your daughters
You in ya duffel, I'm tryna make a couple bags
Don't give a f*ck about your word, where's the cash?
I'm first place in this hundred yard dash
It's incredible how you bitches are this trash
I hope you know you can't f*ck with the best
Yeah, I'm reckless but I ain't Johnny Test
I got a couple things to get up off my chest
But first things first, I'ma bring a special guest cause...
I don't think I've had enough
Been hopping on the track ever since the jump
Been waiting for the income to only go up
I'ma need you to run it, run it, bitch, run it, run it up
You think you've had enough?
I know I didn't, pour that liquor in my cup
Get down on your knees, nigga, you know wassup
I need you to run it, run it, bitch, run it, run it up
Wait a minute, hold the f*ck up, who done told you you the "it" girl?
Slap of reality will really sink ya ship, girl
I'm top two but never two cause I'm the shit, girl
My shit wavy like I permed it with some S-Curl
Biting me, yeah, they failed, now a bitch bitter
Sending hoes with no support so I'ma need a sitter
High sadity, looking pretty, plus my cookie glitter
My shit authentic, I won't argue with no counterfeiter
I got the shit locked, ready with the G-Lock
Money like a beanstalk, bars like a cell block
I got that bitch hot, steaming like a teapot
Now ya nigga want me, try to ram it in my g spot
Everything that Harry do impeccable, bitch
Not no regular, degular, shit irregular, bitch
I'm steady running up the commas with the decimals, bitch
With 5 G's in my pocket, no cellular, bitch
I don't think I've had enough
Been hopping on the track ever since the jump
Been waiting for the income to only go up
I'ma need you to run it, run it, bitch, run it, run it up
You think you've had enough?
I know I didn't, pour that liquor in my cup
Get down on your knees, nigga, you know wassup
I need you to run it, run it, bitch, run it, run it up
Thought they f*cked with the kids, they can't do what we did
Thought they f*cked with the kids, they can't do what we did
Run It Up, hoe, pronto...