Run It Up
Baby Gho$t
ISRC
QZJG52064371
Custom Track ID
rnWmQbqpa8XD
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Composer
Nehemiah Smith
Lyrics
Got to get to the money from the basic
Off white diamonds on my neck like they racists
Gabana on my feet yea I don't need no laces
Live a lavish baby girl u can embrace it
Got me spending all this cash,blowing bands on ahh goin thru it real fast but umma let it slideeee
Umma run my momey up,baby I don't give a fuck ,money counter in my hand and umma let it rideeee
I'm tryna take yo ass to my crib open up yo mouth baby you don't need a bib ,while I'm running up my bands baby do I get tip ,cause this money in pants bout to make a nigga slip
I got my mind on my money so ion need trip
I got this big Chanel bag you can wear it by your hip ,yea you safe with me you can loosen up yo grip , how bout I put you in this Benz you can it as yo whip
She gon let me fuck
.. I don't give a fuck
Put her in a truck
It's gon be a rovaaaaa
Umma... to the beat
Keep it lovely
Got me in a drought
She gon let me outttt,I'm tryna get alone , sitting outside on the phone witcha,come witcha, ridin on a 4 to the louie stow , blowing bags money on the flow ,stripper show
Got to get to the money from the basic
Off white diamonds on my neck like they racists
Gabana on my feet yea I don't need no laces
Live a lavish baby girl u can embrace it
Got me spending all this cash,blowing bands on ahh goin thru it real but umma let it slideeee
Umma run my momey up,baby I don't fuck ,money counter in my hand and umma let it rideeee