Run It Up

[Intro]
Lens Dupuy

[Chorus]
I gotta admit, I'm addicted to money, I take care of business
I dropped out of school to get my money up, now I run up the digits
I walk in the store and I get what I want, I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon' die rich
I gotta admit, I'm addicted to money, I take care of business
I dropped out of school to get my money up, now I run up the digits
I walk in the store and I get what I want, I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon' die rich

[Verse 1]
I run that shit up and I flip it instantly
I break the bread up and split with my family
M'son sevitè, now they think that I'm crazy
It's make out of silk and I keep that shit on me
When I hop on the track you know I don't play gamеs
Facts on facts, put my bars in a frame
Put that on my Lwas, I ain't never gon' changе
Splash too hard when I walk, I leave stains
R.A.B.O.T.O., this is where I'm from, we in this bitch
Motherfuck your ego, all my niggas bosses running shit
We too busy chasing zeros, couldn't care about no bitch
I was born broke but I told my momma we gon' die rich

[Chorus]
I gotta admit, I'm addicted to money, I take care of business
I dropped out of school to get my money up, now I run up the digits
I walk in the store and I get what I want, I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon' die rich
I gotta admit, I'm addicted to money, I take care of business
I dropped out of school to get my money up, now I run up the digits
I walk in the store and I get what I want, I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon' die rich

[Verse 2]
No I don't need a stylist, though I handle my business
Weighed the clean on the benches, now I trap with no digits
Use to cook up the fishy
I did my thing with the coco mo
I put the C in the Coca-Cola
Whip up the D, tryna get some more
I told my momma I made it, Shirley just look at ya baby
Told them niggas gonna hate me, but won't let a pussy fade me
Won't let a pussy take me I go harder than the Raiders
Out the swamp like the 'gators, I might buy a new coupe and paint it tomato
Then squat it, okay Asanti for them haters
Sayonara to ya' fakers, shawty ain't have enough paper (Mob!)

[Chorus]
I gotta admit, I'm addicted to money, I take care of business
I dropped out of school to get my money up, now I run up the digits
I walk in the store and I get what I want, I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon' die rich
I gotta admit, I'm addicted to money, I take care of business
I dropped out of school to get my money up, now I run up the digits
I walk in the store and I get what I want, I do not need a stylist
I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon' die rich