Run It Up

Ayoooooo They don’t want this smoke Glttttt, Brooklyn Shit Run It Up, Run It Up Throw it in the bag Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag Run It Up, Run It Up Throw it in the bag Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag Get a bag, blow a bag, get another bag All this big drip got these little bitches mad I’m that boss bitch that ya nigga wish he had Exclusive box, getting money, and I’m hella bad That’s why you mad? Multiplying all these dividends I set the trend, leave his face sticky in a Benz With all these ends, jacking that he wanna meet my friends It all depends, gotta see how that money extends Tell you how it is baby and this aint no cap Never need a filter cause this ain’t no snap I run the trap, call up gang you know it’s a wrap These bitches love to talk tough on these little apps I’m running up these blacks while I’m cashing out in Saks And everything a go baby cause it ain’t no max This ain’t fiction, just facts He spoils me like a brat So I could throw it back Then watch him take a nap Run It Up, Run It Up Throw it in the bag Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag Run It Up, Run It Up Throw it in the bag Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag We gotta toast in that ghost, that’s the double RR And even in the daytime we can see the stars He love it when I buss down, that’s an Audemars Give the lick, I ride that dick, I see ya ass tomorrow Everything hitting, that’s a go Bags on bags that I’m bout to blow A nigga could never ever tell me no Cause ima snatch his soul fo sho Bitches mad they gotta watch the glow Front row seats when she at my show Hit the mall, buy out the store Colostomy bag, shit on these hoes Oh, What u thought? What u thought? I came here to play? Apply pressure on these hoes each and every day And I still show love cause that’s the Brooklyn way Curving these snake ass bitches cause they so cliche Got the nine like I’m trey He do whatever I say Eat the cake, Anna Mae Straight flights with no delays Bad bitch on call, 3 way My command she obeys I talk my shit like Ye Run shit, end of the day Run It Up, Run It Up Throw it in the bag Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag Run It Up, Run It Up Throw it in the bag Pull up with the top off make these bitches mad She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag See the swag What’s poppin Korah Ahmad Queen Mistique