YBS Skola
YBS Skola
YBS Skola & YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound
YBS Skola
YBS Skola &
YBS Skola
YBS Skola & Young Moose
YBS Skola & Lil Baby
YBS Skola
YBS Skola & Lil Zac
YBS Skola
YBS Skola & Nick Breed
YBS Skola
YBS Skola
YBS Skola
YBS Skola & Meek Mill
YBS Skola & Lor Scoota
[Chorus: YBS Skola]
I been runnin' up them bands, been doin' hella shows
Stack my money to the fan, I don't even want it for
Fuckin' on the baddest hoes, you never seen before
Rockin' all these Italian clothes, you never seen before
I been runnin' up them bands, been doin' hella shows
Stack my money to the fan, I don't even want it for
Fuckin' on the baddest hoes, you never seen before
Rockin' all these Italian clothes, you never seen before
[Verse 1: YBS Skola]
I got tired of using my hands, went bought a money counter
Super clumsy with them bands, money all on the counter
Chains on me a couple thousand
Look just like a water fountain
Get head in the porta-potty
Your bitch just want some more Italian
Ride 'round in an Ak, hittin' whities back to back
Bumpin' my man Lil Zac, we the Shiners, that's a fact now
Nic Breed on this track, got [?] from his neck
Got that prezi on his wrist, got them hoes tryna throw it back now
And if you need a show, we can get it, let's go
Less talking, more action, just go 'head send that deposit
And if you need a show, we can get it, let's go
Less talking, more action, just go 'head send that deposit
[Chorus: YBS Skola]
I been runnin' up them bands, been doin' hella shows
Stack my money to the fan, I don't even want it for
Fuckin' on the baddest hoes, you never seen before
Rockin' all these Italian clothes, you never seen before
I been runnin' up them bands, been doin' hella shows
Stack my money to the fan, I don't even want it for
Fuckin' on the baddest hoes, you never seen before
Rockin' all these Italian clothes, you never seen before
[Verse 2: Nic Breed]
Always stickin' to the plan, I'm not the usual
Consistent money in my hand, but I could use some more
Bad bitch off the Gram look like she black mixed with Japan
Let a nigga fuck just 'cause she a fan, off the shit I be sayin'
Real life shit I be talking, I was rollin' loud when I was walking
Now I come through speeding like I'm racing
Got zippers on my jeans like I'm Michael
I'll sneak up on you like I'm Jason
That's for them niggas looking spiteful
Diamonds in my Rolex nigga, I was a broke ass nigga
I had to stay focused
Know I'm a Shiner, ten toes in designer
She froze off the time, all my niggas be shining
We rose from the violence
Corner stores on the corner, still rose on the corner
Runnin' up them bands, just like I'm 'posed to do
If you ain't gettin' to them bands, I'm never close to you
[Chorus: YBS Skola]
I been runnin' up them bands, been doin' hella shows
Stack my money to the fan, I don't even want it for
Fuckin' on the baddest hoes, you never seen before
Rockin' all these Italian clothes, you never seen before
I been runnin' up them bands, been doin' hella shows
Stack my money to the fan, I don't even want it for
Fuckin' on the baddest hoes, you never seen before
Rockin' all these Italian clothes, you never seen before
Runnin Up was written by YBS Skola & Nick Breed.
Runnin Up was produced by Lace & Kidd.