Tonart: Eb minor
Intro 1
Em
C
Am
Em
C
Am
Em
I just like the sound of it
C
Am
Grr, bow, bow,
Em
C
Am
bow Grr,
Verse 1
Em
(bow)
C
Y'all do not know me, I shoot like I'm Kobe
Am
Em
That boy really tough on his doley though
I keep a Drac', ain't no OVO
C
Am
I ain't for nothin', just check my portfolio
Em
Really come from a block
where they bang, bang
C
Protect that Glock,
Am
Em
oh, this Glock ain't no goalie, bro
Say you 'bout what you claimin',
then show me though
C
Am
One in the head, you gon' die tryna toe-to-toe
Em
C
Trench kid, no fucks, gotta run it up
Am
If you thinkin' I'ma lose,
Em
then you dumb as fuck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds,
ooh, Bentley butter cup
C
Am
Youngest out my city, keep it smooth
Em
just to sum it up
C
No security, you see me, but that Glock spit
Am
Youngest nigga doin' it,
Em
that's why I pop shit
VVS's drippin' water, it's like a mosh pit
C
Am
Really not shit, but I'm movin' like I'm hot shit
Em
Legal money comin' in, I started off robbin'
C
True to evеrything I did,
Am
there's really no flagin'
Em
All my shit been goin' up, lil' nigga, no dodgin'
C
Am
And I'ma keep on comin' with thе heat,
I'm hoggin'
Em
Trench kid, glitter on the piece, stop sobbin'
C
Am
Why them niggas hatin'? It defeats my noggin
Em
If that ain't really your beef, stop sidin'
C
Am
Say you tryna run in these streets,
Em
stop hidin', huh
Run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
Niggas broke 'cause they be
Em
on that funny stuff (Broke)
Richard Mille, my wrist be on— (Ooh)
C
Am
I done came way too far, I can't fuck it up
Em
C
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang
Am
Em
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us
C
Hearin' no one can slide, I be clutchin' up
Am
Know the haters mad, they got enough of us
Chorus 1
Em
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em
I just stack up that money, I run it up
C
Am
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
Em
What the fuck they gon' tell me?
My money up
C
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Verse 2
Em
Double up, run it up
C
Lamborghini with the bubble guts
Am
Got them bands and I'm flexin',
Em
hold my muscle up
I'ma stand on the business
C
when it's time to buck
Am
Em
I get paper in the morning when I'm wakin' up
Make my bitch get your bitch,
C
come and fuck on us
Am
Make a hit with that switch,
Em
now my opps are dust
C
Put my racks in the wall, now it's growin' rust
Am
Diamond chain get to swangin',
Em
they know it's us
C
They know it's me
Am
Em
Pinky ring get to singin' like Jodeci
C
Double R and it came with a notary
Am
Em
I see stars, I'm a star like it's 'posed to be
C
I pop bars, only way I can go to sleep
Am
When my gang needed me,
Em
bought a hunnid Ps
C
Put the Patek on, my wrist a masterpiece
Am
Put some diamonds on her
Em
and some double Cs
C
Fuck these niggas, I'm up
Am
Em
Kickin' my shit like I won the World Cup
C
Start from the tip, baby, suck
Am
Em
Beat that shit down, baby girl need a crutch
C
Hunnids keep comin', you know that's a must
Am
If you talkin' money then we can
Chorus 2
Em
(discuss)
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, ooh
Em
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em
I just stack up that money, I run it up
C
Am
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
Em
What the fuck they gon' tell me?
My money up
C
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Verse 3
Em
C
I been runnin' that money up, puttin' on
Am
Em
Ain't no end to this trend, it's a marathon
Different breed, I might bust down
C
a herringbone
Am
Board a flight with them racks in my carry-on
Em
Talkin' 'bout money, you know who to call
C
Am
It look like a riot, I fucked up the mall
Em
She diggin', have me
and my whole circle, boss
C
Am
Gave me some top through my Ethika draws
Em
Earrings one-fifty, I'm thuggin', I'm hood
C
Am
I lock the screw back and put erasers on 'em
Em
Wide body Daytona, bending the corner
C
Am
Them hitters ain't renters, the tag Arizona
Em
Ain't get no diploma
C
Am
Shot dice for the J's, the freshest dude
Em
in the schoolhouse
You ain't gangster,
C
you went, took the smooth route
Am
Ran it up, now my pockets look too stout
Em
Never enough, man, I gotta go get some more
C
Am
Em
Sold enough gas to go buy me a Texaco
C
Now I'm on the charts, I'm runnin' up streams
Am
Em
My niggas still got what you need though
Built my name from the ground,
C
I ain't have no help
Am
Em
It's just me versus me, beefin' with myself
C
It was time I woke 'em up, they overslept
Am
Run it up, run it up, still ain't out of breath
Chorus 3
Em
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em
I just stack up that money, I run it up
C
Am
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
Em
What the fuck they gon' tell me?
My money up
C
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Outro 1
Em
C
Am
Em
C
Am
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