Queen Mistique - Run It Up Lyrics

Ayoooooo
They don't want this smoke
Glttttt, Brooklyn Shit
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain't gotta talk you see the swag
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain't gotta talk you see the swag
Get a bag, blow a bag, get another bag
All this big drip got these little bitches mad
I'm that boss bitch that ya nigga wish he had
Exclusive box, getting money, and I'm hella bad
That's why you mad?
Multiplying all these dividends
I set the trend, leave his face sticky in a Benz
With all these ends, jacking that he wanna meet my friends
It all depends, gotta see how that money extends
Tell you how it is baby and this aint no cap
Never need a filter cause this ain't no snap
I run the trap, call up gang you know it's a wrap
These bitches love to talk tough on these little apps
I'm running up these blacks while I'm cashing out in Saks
And everything a go baby cause it ain't no max
This ain't fiction, just facts
He spoils me like a brat
So I could throw it back
Then watch him take a nap
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain't gotta talk you see the swag
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain't gotta talk you see the swag
We gotta toast in that ghost, that's the double RR
And even in the daytime we can see the stars
He love it when I buss down, that's an Audemars
Give the lick, I ride that dick, I see ya ass tomorrow
Everything hitting, that's a go
Bags on bags that I'm bout to blow
A nigga could never ever tell me no
Cause ima snatch his soul fo sho
Bitches mad they gotta watch the glow
Front row seats when she at my show
Hit the mall, buy out the store
Colostomy bag, shit on these hoes
Oh,
What u thought? What u thought?
I came here to play?
Apply pressure on these hoes each and every day
And I still show love cause that's the Brooklyn way
Curving these snake ass bitches cause they so cliche
Got the nine like I'm trey
He do whatever I say
Eat the cake, Anna Mae
Straight flights with no delays
Bad bitch on call, 3 way
My command she obeys
I talk my shit like Ye
Run shit, end of the day
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain't gotta talk you see the swag
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain't gotta talk you see the swag
See the swag
What's poppin
Korah Ahmad
Queen Mistique