RUN IT UP

F*ck you thought this was, nigga pay up Bitch i'm in my bag like a lay up, uh Is you really paid or was that made up Damn yo money faker than some make up, uh Do my evil laugh to the bank bruh, ha ha ha Money keep on coming so I save it up, ha ha Like a wolf, how I creep up on my pray Uh huh tell my angels and my demons I'm gon pray for us Run it up I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby Run it up Your yearly be my weekly spending money Run it up run it up Run it up run it up Run it up I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby Run it up Your yearly be my weekly spending money Always yelling in yo raps that Your rich so it's funny I'm on my Jonny Craig shit Bitch I want your money Jordan Belfort my accounts I stay goin dumby Got a Quaalude high whenever i'm with Jack Hairer, never that target on your back No I won't pay the price for What the f*ck I want Call me Ransom Fargo I got the funds Addicted to ass and glitz Touring signing tit's fat dabs off my rig God reception every gig Yeah all this green it got you jaded See the envy on y'all face You sippin on that hateration but don't Like the way it taste Give a f*ck about yo problems Nigga run yo fuckin race If you just go fuckin get it Everything gon be straight Run it up I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby Run it up Your yearly be my weekly spending money Run it up run it up Run it up run it up Run it up I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby Run it up Your yearly be my weekly spending money Always yelling in yo raps that Your rich so it's funny