Run it up

[Verse 1: Soruto]
Run it up, bag it out
Fuck it up, clap it out
I love the way she back it up
Suck it up, lick it up
All of my enemies steaming with jealousy
Always be testing me so keep it next to me
Fucking with Melony i dipped her in Fendi, she loving the Fendi
I showed her the Hermes
Fendi Armani I think I'm addicted
180sx with the windows be tinted
Talk about money but your shit is all gifted
Doing the race I don't fuck with a ticket
She want a Bentley coupe two door
She want that Saint Laurent and the Dior
She want a Bentley coupe two door
She want that Saint Laurent and the Dior
Got me the bag and I check it out
Got her designer she walk it out
Money on money I thumb it out
She wants love what you talking about?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, what you talking about?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, what you talking about?

[Chorus: Soruto]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I got the bag, aye
And she want the, she want the Prada and the Louis
Swerve the I8, my Faygo so laced
She wanna fuck with melancholy I said no way
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I got the bag, aye
And she want the, she want the Prada and the Louis
Swerve the I8, my Faygo so laced
She wanna fuck with melancholy I said no way

[Verse 2: Soruto]
Like who is you feeling Scooby Doo
Whip going 242 so I had to drop the roof
We was cooking it up in the stu'
For real we not fucking with you
My money crip always blue, hoes round me like Hugh
Just like that! smoking up pack! yeah
Just like that! we made a stack! yeah
Just like that! smoking up pack! yeah
Just like that! we made a stack! yeah

[Bridge: Soruto]
I got the bag, aye
I got the bag, I got the bag, I got the bag, aye
I got the bag, aye
I got the cash, I got the cash, I got the cash, aye

[Chorus: Soruto]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I got the bag, aye
And she want the, she want the Prada and the Louis
Swerve the I8, my Faygo so laced
She wanna fuck with melancholy I said no way
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I got the bag, aye
And she want the, she want the Prada and the Louis
Swerve the I8, my Faygo so laced
She wanna fuck with melancholy I said no way

[Verse 3: Soruto]
I still don't know who is you
Dripped out jeans I'm rocking trues
I don't got no greens only blues
Spent a band on Hermes shoes
Burberry, Tom Ford, Cartier she said what is that?
Rockstar, foreign whip, guess I gotta return her back
Bad lil' bitches round me they want my designer bag
Pussy boy hating me I don't know why they so mad?
Couple of bands Tetris the way that I stack it
Designer everywhere I got it on my jacket
Bad bitch so wet drenched up my blanket
She like books gave her Rayban glasses

[Chorus: Soruto]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I got the bag, aye
And she want the, she want the Prada and the Louie
Swerve the I8, my Faygo so laced
She wanna fuck with melancholy I said no way
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I got the bag, aye
And she want the, she want the Prada and the Louie
Swerve the I8, my Faygo so laced
She wanna fuck with melancholy I said no way