Lyrics Jazzland - Chetta

Jazzland

Run it up
Run it up
Im outchea
Tryna get my money up
Money up
You with that actin
On that funny stuff
Funny stuff
I hit a lick and then I run it up
Run it up
Take another need another
How you feel
How you feel
Im on a broken seal
Broken heart
Motherfuck whats real
Hunnit bills
Money counter spill
I can never chill
In the field
Bouta touch a mill
Motherfuck a deal
Ima need more
Please hoe
Tell me what it is
Ima keep low
Streets know
Who the fuck I am
Feel like debo
Smoke whole bricks to the head
Ima vet with the tec
Fuck a bitch and her friends
Getting rich no advance
Choppa sing bitches dance
In the hood with a pass
I dont think you could last
And my stash like woah
Still dip up in that bag
But im passed that
Never pass that
Woah woah
(Hook)
Run it up
Run it up
Im outchea
Tryna get my money up
Money up
You with that actin
On that funny stuff
Funny stuff
I hit a lick and then I run it up
Run it up
Take another need another
(Bridge)
I just I just wanna live again you know
I wanna feel alive one more time
Before the inevitable
Come to the slaughter
Taking your main
And fucking your daughter
Sipping the techy no water
Shipping the birds
Up over the boarder
I need an eight
Of the oil
Sipping that errl
Sipping that errl
Im in this bitch working
Smoking purple urkle
To the dome
Four five
Hitting off my side
Gone and act up
Big talk big talking
Heard you ain’t got none
Hit you from the back side
Rip up your front like yea
I got wings outchea
Pop a wing no fear
They dont feel how I feel
They can’t live how I live
Ima dip on you hoes
Big grip on the sig
Big money tryna get
All yall faking
Counterfeit like woah
(Hook)
Run it up
Run it up
Im outchea
Tryna get my money up
Money up
You with that actin
On that funny stuff
Funny stuff
I hit a lick and then I run it up
Run it up
Take another need another