(Imma keep runnin it up
Imma keep runnin' it up
Im boutta run it up...)
I don't even say it bro
The realest know the dealio
The way we goin round for round
She ride me like a wheelie-o
All these niggas fake as f*ck
Something like C-3PO
On my grind I rack it up
I'm back on my bully yo
Back to the studio
Beats goin stupido
This hotter than Tapatío
Drip water from the tap-io
Murder the track
Hit Apollo for the movie yo
Shawty is a groupie hoe
I left her for a group a hoes
You know how the story goes
I wanted some booty
She wanted some clothes
Dinner and a movie I cannot do those
I tap it then bag it
Then link it wit the bros
Yo whats the moves cuz we making those
Get in the groove when Im making these hits
Y'all want a dollar that I'll never give
Like Im constipated I can't give a shit
Y'all goin out while Im goin in
Put in this work from beginning to end
I stopped keeping count of whatever I spend
Cuz I spend it all up and then get it again
Yep
They legit
So I had to cop em
And I got ya
Bitch
On my dick
Like I ain't have options
Shoot the rock go swish
Should I hit
Is it even worth my time
But Im tryna make a milly fore I even make my mind
I wanna Bentley bad
Im tryna get so good
I wanna run up a bag
Move my mama out the hood
I don't football play
But Im moving thru the field
I might lay low and
Stay cookin' yo Im lookin for a meal
And Im lookin for a deal
Finna get paid fore I peel
And this life turning into a movie
I'm a star on the reel
But
I don't even say it bro
The realest know the dealio
The way we goin round for round
She ride me like a wheelie-o
All these niggas fake as f*ck
Something like C-3PO
On my grind I-
My thighs is overweight
Because my pockets got the fattest
Stepped up to the plate and
I ate up soon as I had it
The way I ran the bread up
Usain Bolt couldn't even track it
Cuz Im working on my fitness
Like which J's go with the jacket
Santa with the bag until my back hurts
Never was a rapper
But my beats was hard so I rap words
Now Im different dope & lookin dapper
On the dash wit a hunnit miles of an hour
Like is it backwards
I'd rather dip and stack first
No matter how you flip it bro i always need the cash first
Went to hit the piggy bank I had to stop and laugh first
You know Im on the race to the bag
I hope this lap works
Andy the Chef - Run It Up (Intro) Lyrics
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(Imma keep runnin it up
Imma keep runnin' it up
Im boutta run it up...)
I don't even say it bro
The realest know the dealio
The way we goin round for round
She ride me like a wheelie-o
All these niggas fake as f*ck
Something like C-3PO
On my grind I rack it up
I'm back on my bully yo
Back to the studio
Beats goin stupido
This hotter than Tapatío
Drip water from the tap-io
Murder the track
Hit Apollo for the movie yo
Shawty is a groupie hoe
I left her for a group a hoes
You know how the story goes
I wanted some booty
She wanted some clothes
Dinner and a movie I cannot do those
I tap it then bag it
Then link it wit the bros
Yo whats the moves cuz we making those
Get in the groove when Im making these hits
Y'all want a dollar that I'll never give
Like Im constipated I can't give a shit
Y'all goin out while Im goin in
Put in this work from beginning to end
I stopped keeping count of whatever I spend
Cuz I spend it all up and then get it again
Yep
They legit
So I had to cop em
And I got ya
Bitch
On my dick
Like I ain't have options
Shoot the rock go swish
Should I hit
Is it even worth my time
But Im tryna make a milly fore I even make my mind
I wanna Bentley bad
Im tryna get so good
I wanna run up a bag
Move my mama out the hood
I don't football play
But Im moving thru the field
I might lay low and
Stay cookin' yo Im lookin for a meal
And Im lookin for a deal
Finna get paid fore I peel
And this life turning into a movie
I'm a star on the reel
But
I don't even say it bro
The realest know the dealio
The way we goin round for round
She ride me like a wheelie-o
All these niggas fake as f*ck
Something like C-3PO
On my grind I-
My thighs is overweight
Because my pockets got the fattest
Stepped up to the plate and
I ate up soon as I had it
The way I ran the bread up
Usain Bolt couldn't even track it
Cuz Im working on my fitness
Like which J's go with the jacket
Santa with the bag until my back hurts
Never was a rapper
But my beats was hard so I rap words
Now Im different dope & lookin dapper
On the dash wit a hunnit miles of an hour
Like is it backwards
I'd rather dip and stack first
No matter how you flip it bro i always need the cash first
Went to hit the piggy bank I had to stop and laugh first
You know Im on the race to the bag
I hope this lap works
Imma keep runnin' it up
Im boutta run it up...)
I don't even say it bro
The realest know the dealio
The way we goin round for round
She ride me like a wheelie-o
All these niggas fake as f*ck
Something like C-3PO
On my grind I rack it up
I'm back on my bully yo
Back to the studio
Beats goin stupido
This hotter than Tapatío
Drip water from the tap-io
Murder the track
Hit Apollo for the movie yo
Shawty is a groupie hoe
I left her for a group a hoes
You know how the story goes
I wanted some booty
She wanted some clothes
Dinner and a movie I cannot do those
I tap it then bag it
Then link it wit the bros
Yo whats the moves cuz we making those
Get in the groove when Im making these hits
Y'all want a dollar that I'll never give
Like Im constipated I can't give a shit
Y'all goin out while Im goin in
Put in this work from beginning to end
I stopped keeping count of whatever I spend
Cuz I spend it all up and then get it again
Yep
They legit
So I had to cop em
And I got ya
Bitch
On my dick
Like I ain't have options
Shoot the rock go swish
Should I hit
Is it even worth my time
But Im tryna make a milly fore I even make my mind
I wanna Bentley bad
Im tryna get so good
I wanna run up a bag
Move my mama out the hood
I don't football play
But Im moving thru the field
I might lay low and
Stay cookin' yo Im lookin for a meal
And Im lookin for a deal
Finna get paid fore I peel
And this life turning into a movie
I'm a star on the reel
But
I don't even say it bro
The realest know the dealio
The way we goin round for round
She ride me like a wheelie-o
All these niggas fake as f*ck
Something like C-3PO
On my grind I-
My thighs is overweight
Because my pockets got the fattest
Stepped up to the plate and
I ate up soon as I had it
The way I ran the bread up
Usain Bolt couldn't even track it
Cuz Im working on my fitness
Like which J's go with the jacket
Santa with the bag until my back hurts
Never was a rapper
But my beats was hard so I rap words
Now Im different dope & lookin dapper
On the dash wit a hunnit miles of an hour
Like is it backwards
I'd rather dip and stack first
No matter how you flip it bro i always need the cash first
Went to hit the piggy bank I had to stop and laugh first
You know Im on the race to the bag
I hope this lap works
Writer: ALMEN JONES
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave