Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
I'm Working hard for the M-O-N-E-Y
Cause on no one else I can rely
You aint getting no money? Then I gotta say goodbye
You can call me Chun-Li yea im the bad guy
The Real Dyl baby, gotta ball til I fall
Many wanna get with it, Chris Brown they wall to wall
You want some more? Bitch you gotta get some dough
My name Dylan, No Cole
This the suite life ho
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Yes im really bout the dollars
Only f*cking with the ballers
And them sexy shot callers
Smart ones, yea the scholars
Like they just came from Harvard
Got the beauty like a parlor
Harvesting like a farmer
You come up short but i'm taller
Step up in the room
To a bum I am immune
Clean sweep, like a broom
And it's more coming soon
I'm a ten you a five like maroon
I am the bomb like tic tic tic boom
Gotta get the money up
Sweet like candy buttercup
Yea ho I know I'm tough
But I'm calling ya bluff
My pockets inflating, we can call em Ms. Puff
These bitches hatin, they should just back up
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid that rent?
All the money just been spent
Where the f*ck it went?
I could tell you was a broke ho by yo scent (Ew)
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid yo rent?
Have you even paid that rent ho?
Pay yo f*cking rent ho!
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
The Real Dyl - Run Up Them Bandz Lyrics
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Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
I'm Working hard for the M-O-N-E-Y
Cause on no one else I can rely
You aint getting no money? Then I gotta say goodbye
You can call me Chun-Li yea im the bad guy
The Real Dyl baby, gotta ball til I fall
Many wanna get with it, Chris Brown they wall to wall
You want some more? Bitch you gotta get some dough
My name Dylan, No Cole
This the suite life ho
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Yes im really bout the dollars
Only f*cking with the ballers
And them sexy shot callers
Smart ones, yea the scholars
Like they just came from Harvard
Got the beauty like a parlor
Harvesting like a farmer
You come up short but i'm taller
Step up in the room
To a bum I am immune
Clean sweep, like a broom
And it's more coming soon
I'm a ten you a five like maroon
I am the bomb like tic tic tic boom
Gotta get the money up
Sweet like candy buttercup
Yea ho I know I'm tough
But I'm calling ya bluff
My pockets inflating, we can call em Ms. Puff
These bitches hatin, they should just back up
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid that rent?
All the money just been spent
Where the f*ck it went?
I could tell you was a broke ho by yo scent (Ew)
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid yo rent?
Have you even paid that rent ho?
Pay yo f*cking rent ho!
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
I'm Working hard for the M-O-N-E-Y
Cause on no one else I can rely
You aint getting no money? Then I gotta say goodbye
You can call me Chun-Li yea im the bad guy
The Real Dyl baby, gotta ball til I fall
Many wanna get with it, Chris Brown they wall to wall
You want some more? Bitch you gotta get some dough
My name Dylan, No Cole
This the suite life ho
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Yes im really bout the dollars
Only f*cking with the ballers
And them sexy shot callers
Smart ones, yea the scholars
Like they just came from Harvard
Got the beauty like a parlor
Harvesting like a farmer
You come up short but i'm taller
Step up in the room
To a bum I am immune
Clean sweep, like a broom
And it's more coming soon
I'm a ten you a five like maroon
I am the bomb like tic tic tic boom
Gotta get the money up
Sweet like candy buttercup
Yea ho I know I'm tough
But I'm calling ya bluff
My pockets inflating, we can call em Ms. Puff
These bitches hatin, they should just back up
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid that rent?
All the money just been spent
Where the f*ck it went?
I could tell you was a broke ho by yo scent (Ew)
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid yo rent?
Have you even paid that rent ho?
Pay yo f*cking rent ho!
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Writer: Dylan Thomas
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