Run It Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Curtis Williams & Slim Jxmmi] Danko Shout out my nigga Lex Luger Uncle Jxmm Yeah Uh [Chorus: Curtis Williams] Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up [Verse 1: Curtis Williams] I said that's your main bitch, [?] watching Ain't no telling what's up in this nigga pockets I got a check, and went and ran it up You niggas lame as fuck, you cannot hang with us I'm reppin gang gang, Two-9 to be spesific All these niggas talking shit, I fuck they bitches I got some Sooby on my motherfuckin denom Nigga say he tried Danco, but he didn't He got a chain, but he took it like a bitch Said I'm working till all my niggas rich They own money, own cars, own cribs I get a pack, I break it down, and take a hit Yeah, Danco [Chorus: Curtis Williams] Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up [Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi] Uncle Jxmmi! Fuck being broke, bitch I'm the GOAT Gucci slippers, Gucci robe Uncle Jxmmi got a house full of hoes Uncle Jxmmi got a mouth full of gold I'm a million dollar nigga I suppose 365, 24 7 nigga, tryna get a bankroll Boy my pockets gonna explode Run it up, Usain Bolt Be poppin like fago Got them red bitches like Coca Cola, got some foreign girls doing blow Spent 30 in the Gucci store My shoes Tecken, but they Gucci though Usually I drink Hennisy, but tonight I'm drinking Don Hoolio Run it up, hit the gym and get your hustle up I got a check, I'm tryna double up I can turn a bag of nothing into something, I turn your girl into a slut Watch how I read these haters like a book I can tell they broke by how they look Get some money motherfucker, run it up [Chorus: Curtis Williams] Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up