Run It Up

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
(HC93)
Gang, gang
Huh, huh

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
I got a bag and I'm clouted up (Run)
So I fuck the strag, made her mount me up (Run)
I get that cash, then I count it up (Run)
Then I stack that cash like a mountain, uh (Ugh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Go 'head break a leg tryna run it up (Run)
Ain't gettin' no bread, then you dumb as fuck (Run)
Slide through your block and we bump it up (Run)
Run out of room tryna run it up (Run)

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
I just ran it out of room, all my boxes full
Rubberband Cho, I got lots of pull
Ain't no tweakin', we eatin', we lots of full
Smoke you and your butler, we all on board
I want them bands, yeah, a lot of racks
I flipped the grams, sold a lot of sacks
And I shot your mans, on a lot of that
But it's back to them bands, nigga, roger that
Ten-four, copy, like NASA, bitch
Card game [?]
I pull up in more whips than master, bitch
Sippin' Actavis, I had a accident
I smashed the bitch right before I crashеd the whip
Imagine that or imagine this
Pеru coat with Aladdin, bitch
I ball hard, like Walmart, I'm havin' shit
Like seriously, well, actually
That Brian Earl [?] with me, I got that sack with me
Money stuck, attached to me
Niggas hate 'cause their bitches be sackin' me
'Cause I get a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of money
Like honestly, it can't stop, won't stop
This shit don't stop and it won't stop
So I'ma run that bag up 'til I'm on top

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
I got a bag and I'm clouted up (Run)
So I fuck the strag, made her mount me up (Run)
I get that cash, then I count it up (Run)
Then I stack that cash like a mountain, uh (Ugh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Go 'head break a leg tryna run it up (Run)
Ain't gettin' no bread, then you dumb as fuck (Run)
Slide through your block and we bump it up (Run)
Run out of room tryna run it up (Run)

[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Run to that money, run to that clout (Gang, clout)
Came in that pussy, run to the mouth (I need that now)
Run up in your house unannounced for runnin' your mouth
Run up on me wrong, now he ain't runnin' now
She gave me the runaround
Got a plug, no runnin' now
Nigga, you don't run shit
All you do is run your mouth
Run through it, run it up
Fund it to me, ran it back
Bought my own and I came back
Boy, that's Mitch, so give it back
Runnin' to the money, damn, I think I broke a leg
But I stack this cash up, don't need no helpin' hand, yeah
Runnin' to the money, damn, I think I broke a leg
But I stack this cash up, don't need no helpin' hand, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
I got a bag and I'm clouted up (Run)
So I fuck the strag, made her mount me up (Run)
I get that cash, then I count it up (Run)
Then I stack that cash like a mountain, uh (Ugh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run (Run)
Go 'head break a leg tryna run it up (Run)
Ain't gettin' no bread, then you dumb as fuck (Run)
Slide through your block and we bump it up (Run)
Run out of room tryna run it up (Run)