Rel Money - Run It Up Lyrics

I love that shit
Know gang in here with me man
Y'all gonna love this one

Said I'm Top demon I make the rules
Bad bitches yeah I need em in Twos
Saw ya new bitch man that's old news
F*cked & left I gave her the blues
Bob the builder I got the tools
To success I can't lose
Ask about me I been that dude
Bitches wet like a swimming pool
Ball so hard I can't tie my shoes

(Wait what) said I ball so hard can't tie my shoes

Nigga said he wanna fight me
You gonna end up on a white tee
I'm a pork head I don't like beef
Trade him off the team like IT
Am I high right now Bitch I might be
Do the right thing like spike lee

I ain't new to this I'm true to this
135 where the shooters is
In a Nike tech or a puma fit
Trade my young jawn for a cougar bitch
Imma keep rapping til I'm stupid rich
I ain't got time for the stupid shit

Switch it up where the double cups
And the bad bitches I'm tryna f*ck
Can't spend the night you outta luck
Woods in the air know I'm f*cked up
And I'm with my gang can't switch up
Run up on us you getting hit up
With a bad bitch named Ashely (damn) I mean Ana (damn!)
I mean Amber (DAMN!)
Health is wealth I need my bag
From the same block why you mad
Broke bread with those I shouldn't
F*cking bitches I thought I couldn't
Driving shit they said I wouldn't
Wrist colder than central bookings
Camera flash everybody lookin
James harden I started cookin

Secure the bag (run it up)
Pop some tags (run it up)
Why you mad (run it up)
Get in your bag (run it up)