Run It Up!

[Chorus]
Got to get to the money from the basics
Off White, diamonds on my neck like they racists
Gabana on my feet, yeah, I don't need no laces
Live a lavish life, baby girl you can embrace it
Got me spending all the cash
Blowing bands on yo’ ass
Going through it real fast
But I'ma let it slide
I'ma run my money up, baby, I don’t give a fuck
Money counter in my hand
I'ma let it ride

[Verse]
I'm tryna take yo' ass to my crib
Open up yo' mouth, baby you don't need a bib
While I'm runnin' up my bands
Baby do I get a tip?
’Cause this money in my pants
Bout to make a nigga slip
I got mind on my money so I need this trip
I got this big Chanel bag, you can wear it by your hip
Yeah, you safe with me, you can loosen up yo’ grip
How about I put you in this Benz, you can get it as yo' whip

She gon’ let me fuck
I don't give a fuck
Put her in a truck
It's gon be a rova

I'ma... to the beat
Keep it lovely
Got me in a drought
She gon’ let it out
I'm tryna get alone wit ya
Sitting outside on the phone wit ya
Come wit ya (come with you!)
Ridin' on a four to the Louis store
Blowing bags money on the flow
Stripper show

[Chorus]
Got to get to the money from the basics
Off White, diamonds on my neck like they racists
Gabana on my feet, yeah, I don't need no laces
Live a lavish life, baby girl you can embrace it

Got me spending all the cash
Blowing bands on yo' ass
Going through it real fast
But I'ma let it slide
I'ma run my money up
Baby I don't give a fuck
Money counter in my hand
I'ma let it ride

(Oh, let it ride)