My Nig

Lyrics

[Intro] Run it up, run it up Run your, run your motherfuckin' racks up Run your motherfuckin' racks up Ayy (Da Realest) [Verse 1] Get your paper right, run your bands up Real niggas, if you feel me, put your hands up If you got a real plug, help your mans up Chain dancin' like you work up at the damn club All my niggas stick together, ain't no seperation I got love for everybody, fuck whoever hatin' Black nigga, white ice like I'm segregating Bust a fourty-one, I had to decorate it In the class on my own, I ain't go to school Told them bitches call my lawyer, boy, I know the rules Smooth nigga, you can't tell what I'm goin' through Ain't got time to chase bitches 'cause I'm on the move Uh [Chorus] Yeah, I was down on my luck, my nig' Look at your mans now, I'm iced up, my nig' (Yeah) I don't chase hoes and run it up, my nig' (Stackin' paper) I know they gon' fuck for a buck, my nig' (Real) Yeah, I was down, now I'm up, my nig' (Now I'm up) 'Cause I stayed down and stacked up, my nig' (Boy) Any given day, [?] by the trunk, my nig' That's why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig' [Verse 2] Any given day, I pull a ten out Fucked your main bitch, I want her friend now Sold the Hellcat and brought the Benz out This shit ain't new to me, boy, I've been 'round Was at 007 wearin' [?] All white buffs on, me and twenty niggas Used to pop a bunch of Rolls and give it to them bitches Free my little brother Skeeter, he was really gettin' it Ain't got time to chase bitches 'cause I'm on a mission When it come to that paper, I get tunnel vision I got kush in all flavors, you can come and get it I'ma stack that money up until it touch the ceilin', boy [Chorus] Yeah, I was down on my luck, my nig' Look at your mans now, I'm iced up, my nig' (Yeah) I don't chase hoes and run it up, my nig' (Stackin' paper) I know they gon' fuck for a buck, my nig' (Real) Yeah, I was down, now I'm up, my nig' (Now I'm up) 'Cause I stayed down and stacked up, my nig' (Boy) Any given day, [?] by the trunk, my nig' That's why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig' (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 3] Free my nigga Patch, they got him sittin' down Know it's 'bout some paper when I'm in your town They ain't got nothin' on you, take the shit to trial First class trip to Vegas, chillin' in the clouds Got your bitch in love with me and I never seen her Brought the fuckin' 550, I ain't want the Bimmer Rock designer every day, look like I work at Neimans Paid it full, if they ask me, I work at the cleaners The Ghetto Boy chain represent the brand Stayin' out the way, runnin' up them bands Off-White hoodie on like I'm in the Klan I'm just runnin' up a check, stickin' to the plan, yeah [Chorus] Yeah, I was down on my luck, my nig' Look at your mans now, I'm iced up, my nig' (Yeah) I don't chase hoes and run it up, my nig' (Stackin' paper) I know they gon' fuck for a buck, my nig' (Real) Yeah, I was down, now I'm up, my nig' (Now I'm up) 'Cause I stayed down and stacked up, my nig' (Boy) Any given day, [?] by the trunk, my nig' That's why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig' (Ayy, ayy)