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