Run It Up

(Chorus)
Backwood full of the gas
100 miles all on the dash
Run it up fast
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Shoebox full of the cash
I just threw 10 in the stash
Run it up fast
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up

(Verse 1)
I got the juice aye
Pull up on you foreign coup
Casper the ghost with the roof
Your bitch she want me to find her
She know i'm draped in designer
Diamonds the same color Fanta
Gucci on me like Atlanta
Thotties all over me
Bag em like groceries
She wanna talk but no i don't know Portuguese
So she just go low for me
I got shit on lock like a felony
They say Im the man now
I roll up this broccoli and celery
I roll up three grams now
Had to go get it I waited to long
Had to learn how to come up on my own
Where Im from you got no choice to be strong
Stay in the trap where a trapper belong
Stackin up until my money long
Run through the sacks when they come they gone
Blow out the check like Im hitting a bong
Passing it like a baton
Bad bitch right under my arm

(Chorus)
Backwood full of the gas
100 miles all on the dash
Run it up fast
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Shoebox full of the cash
I just threw 10 in the stash
Run it up fast
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Woah woah (the check) run it Up
Woah woah (the bands) run it up
Woah woah (the work) run it up
Woah woah run it up, run it up

(Verse 2)
100 million it still ain't enough when I get it I promise ill flip it not save it
Hustle all night on the pavement just to put dough in my savings
Day after day and then night after night ill be working till I can say momma I made it
I had a money craving I had to change locations
Now we all around the globe
Graduated from the stove
I been sticking to the code
I got tired of sleeping cold
Never back down never fold
Fast car but I ride it slow
I been out paper chasing every night
Roll up the finest spark it with the light
Can't keep my eyes closed these racks look to pretty to me
I'd rather fill up my safe then have a 100 fake niggas with me
Bankrolls on bankrolls now these hoes wanna kick it with me
I'd rather stack up my dough to the ceiling
Count up them bills its a wonderful feeling
Blowing this cash

(Chorus)
Backwood full of the gas
100 miles all on the dash
Run it up fast
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Shoebox full of the cash
I just threw 10 in the stash
Run it up fast
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Woah woah (the check) run it Up
Woah woah (the bands) run it up
Woah woah (the work) run it up
Woah woah run it up, run it up