[Intro]

(-Makers)

(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]

Bossed up your whole team, they mad at us

I’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough

My boss bitch, her patek buss

Baguette wrist, I don’t never touch

Biscotti spliffs, I’m rollin’ dutch

I’m hella rich, I ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god

We ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us

Just love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck

We workin’ hard, ain’t never luck

[Verse 1]

They keep sayin’ I’m hot, tryna keep my cool

I was on cloud 9, woke up on the moon

Told the feds free Goon, he like a mixtape coming soon

I like her vibe, she cool

Let her try my shrooms

Sеxy mama, let her try my, let hеr drive my car

I’ma let her try, she a ride or die, I done raised the bar

They can’t see my scars, they don’t know my heart

They prepared for this war, they can’t tell that this ours

[Chorus]

Bossed up your whole team, they mad at us

I’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough

My boss bitch, her patek buss

Baguette wrist, I don’t never touch

Biscotti spliffs, I’m rollin’ dutch

I’m hella rich, I ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god

We ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us

Love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck

We workin’ hard, ain’t never luck

[Verse 2]

These niggas slick, throw shots, tryna blow my high

This a inside job, niggas playing both sides

Pockets inside-out, broke, feds don’t pay them no mind

I didn’t need nobody co-sign

Finger like glitters, all of them shine

He is not a loc, he no real slime, he ain’t none of my kind

He is not a goat, not in his time, I can see it, ain’t blind

I’ma get her, she fine

Bentley hold her by the sides

Pussy deep I’m bout to dive

Super soaker, slippy slatt

[Chorus]

Bossed up your whole team, they mad at us

I’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough

My boss bitch, her patek buss

Baguette wrist, I don’t never touch

Biscotti spliffs, I’m rollin’ dutch

I’m hella rich, I ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god

We ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us

Love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck

We workin’ hard, ain’t never luck

[Outro]

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up

Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god we ran it up

Swear to god we ran it up

It ain’t never luck