Run It Up

You minus me there ain't no better half You a bad bitch but I got me a bag I got all the cash stuffed InDesigner bags Bitches speaking on my body guess I really got em mad I don't know why they hating But but but but little bitch, you is basic Bitch they ain't shit But baby I runs it up Lil bitch on my dick she just like the way I whip She the type to try to shake it when I gotta take a piss She wanna French kiss but bitch no Ruth Chris ruthless Bitch you know how my body be I be going hard no stopping me Cocky me I give it so raw that they copy me She papi me Oshitake mushrooms with teriyaki Got me high at this party not fucking with anybody Plus I clean up nice this is ones not nikes All white but the top all red like ice spice Different colors in my stones shit looking like fried rice I be rolling broken hearts and I smoke em in plain sight Baby you don't know me enough to tell me what I'm like You on the outside looking in trying to tell me bout my life Baby I'm the shit and I know that I rhyme nice And she gave me good brain I can tell that her mind right Dynamic duo but I play the villain Money bring the problems but I gotta raise the village So give me more problems bad bitches got em Check after check they all blue I never bought em Stack stack stack and I'm just chasing that paper Racks racks racks but I got shots for you haters Fa fa fa fa fa I don't hate her Nah nah nah but baby I runs it up I'm just money motivated baby You can break my heart but you won't break that pocket though