Run It Up

[Intro]
(Ooh!)

[Chorus]
Hey, what's up, I'm tryna fuck it up
I got bad bitches wit’ me and we in the cut
Been smoking on that reefer, that cannabis
If you ain't smoking shorty, you can’t hang with us, (Uh)
Been feeling royal you can say I've been feeling regal
My friends loyal hold it down like they illegal
No sneaking I got eyes like an eagle
Stacking so much money you would think that it’s Illegal

[Verse 1]
I'm getting quiet now
Lay it low when you reach so I'm piping down
Make It known, stack the bread cause you like the sound
Just saw my momma and gave that hoe a hundred thow
Ay, that's just what you gotta do
Multiply the money like It’s two times two
If I ball out better bring my crew
Cuz if I get rich alone what the fuck I’m gonna do
Uh yea that shit would be lonely
I'm just tryna cash out and vibe with the homies
So if you don't know my name don't say that you know me
Imma smack the next fucker talking about what you owe me
Uh, I don’t owe you shit
Now please get out my face because I'm tryna get lit
I send this shit to Dom and he's making it a hit
Really kept my promise when I said I wouldn't quit

[Chorus]
Hey, what's up, I'm tryna fuck it up
I got bad bitches wit’ me and we in the cut
Been smoking on that reefer, that cannabis
If you ain't smoking shorty, you can’t hang with us, (Uh)
Been feeling royal you can say I've been feeling regal
My friends loyal hold it down like they illegal
No sneaking I got eyes like an eagle
Stacking so much money you would think that it’s Illegal

[Verse 3]
Stop
No really though
I'm boutta take off, Hiroshima flow
I know this shit is catchy you can go ahead and say it hoe
When I speak you better listen
Stacking four commas so you know that is the mission
Cook Mark Zuckerberg and hit it like a piston
No it ain't personal, when [?]
Ay, it ain't personal Mark, but when it comes to human love, think your wife's in the dark
I'm not saying I'm a dog, but I walk and I bark
And when comes to stealing women it's a walk in the park
Ay, I don't know what coming over me
All the smoke in the room makes it hard to see
All I know is success is what I'm gonna be
Swear I'm gonna make It, I don't care what's in front of me

[Chorus]
Hey, what's up, I'm tryna fuck it up
I got bad bitches wit’ me and we in the cut
Been smoking on that reefer that cannabis
If you ain't smoking shorty you can’t hang with us, (Uh)
Been feeling royal you can say I've been feeling regal
My friends loyal hold it down like they illegal
No sneaking I got eyes like an eagle
Stacking so much money you would think that it’s Illegal

[Outro]
(Aow!)