Released on January 20, 2017

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[Intro]

Yeah

Uh

Yeah

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up


[Verse]

Every day that I wake up, I'm just tryna get my cake up

Fourty-one with the face bust, bad bitch with no makeup

I ain't takin' no pay cuts, gotta pay me in full

Ride with my young bull, when he bust your head, I'ma pay for it

You won't catch me in the strip club if I ain't throwin' no bands

If it's a problem, we gon' knock you off, we ain't throwin' no hands

Fifteen-hundred dollar pair of sneakers, I ain't wearin' no Vans

Four-thousand dollar outfit on, I'm a grown-ass man

Run it up, run it up, run it up, what you gon' do with yourself?

I'm a boss and I'm hands-on, nigga, I don't do good with the help

Got some killers that'll come see you, nigga, and I do it myself

All these niggas my kids, might whoop they ass with my belt

Need a business, gon' run it in, I could do bad by myself

Never told, nigga, never will, can't have that on my rep'

Five thou' on my right pocket, 'nother five thou' on my left

Get you killed with my cellphone, you be asked out if I text

Do this shit with no effort, I don't fold under pressure

Two Rollies, I'm extra, that's a crazy ass necklace

Back to back to back Hellcats, I don't think these niggas get the message

Two hundred on the dashboard, leave you in the past like my exes

Run it up, run it up, run it up, what you gon' do with your life?

Better think about your family, pussy nigga, what they gon' do when you die?

Got some niggas 'bout to come home and I got some niggas doin' life

Sent the junkie to the corner store, told him bring back a pair of dykes

We just caught another box, ain't no tellin' what's in it

Fifty 'bows came vacuum sealed, I'ma bust the watch when I'm finished

Might just take the whole summer off, I be back in November

All my niggas high heels, we don't give a fuck 'bout no temper

Left the club in a Trackhawk, I don't give a fuck 'bout no Bentley

Pulled out about one-thirty and all the bitches came with us

Sippin' Wock' in a cream soda, four double cups, me and [?]

I ain't lettin' 'em stop me, nigga, I'ma still ball if I'm injured

Run it up, run it up, run it up, fourty-one on my wrist

We don't do thirty-six, 'less you talkin' 'bout a brick

Callin' me, I'ma bang on you if you ain't talkin' 'bout no chips

I ain't worried 'bout sneak dissin', you ain't really talkin' 'bout shit

RIP my nigga [?], RIP my nigga [?]

RIP my nigga Smurf, it ain't been the same on these streets

Free my nigga Icewear, free my nigga DP

Small nigga with a big pistol, bust your head on GP

Ten thou' for a show, I ain't comin' down on my price

Seventy-five hundred for a verse, nigga, you could pay me in pints

I ain't playin' with y'all little niggas, I rather play with your wife

40K in diamonds on, touch one, you pay with your life

I'm just talkin' my shit, nigga, I don't need no hook

Stack on me all blue hundreds, bitch look thicker than a book

Postin' guns on the 'Gram, pussy nigga, you ain't no killer, you shook

Whole city know you a fraud, if I see your bitch, she took

Fiends say the dope straight drop, nigga, Curtis seal the cook

All this motherfuckin' jewelery on, cost an arm, leg, and a foot

Get money, get money, nigga, 'cause your shorty can't eat books

Signed up for this street shit right when I jumped off the porch

Run it up, run it up, run it up, I ain't gon' tell you again

Took my charge on a ten, I ain't tellin' on my friend

V12 in a S coupe, ain't no supercharger on a Benz

Run with dealers and swipers, nigga, we sell dope and beans

Got some niggas do the phone shit, they'll clear your line or go again

Got some niggas that's still close, get your bitch fresh-ass kids

Got some niggas with the gift cards, help you decorate your new crib

I don't knock no nigga hustle, do what you gotta do to live

Two pops already poured sittin' on chill in the fridge

Two Wraiths and a Bentley tuck, 'bout to pull up the [?]

More money than a owner at a club, we don't leave when it end

More money than your baby daddy, bitch, fuck you and your kids


[Outro]

Mm

Let the beat ride out, dav'

Yeah

(David [?])