Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run It Up , by - NAV. Song from the album Good Intentions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
Run It Up |
| Oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh, oh |
| Oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh (Brrr) |
| Oh-oh-oh (Brrr) |
| Oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh |
| Got more ice than a skatin' rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up |
| Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon' see dead bodies turnin' up |
| Poppin' this Molly got me grindin' at night, got some porcelaine teeth, |
| that I fucked 'em up |
| I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the |
| bus |
| Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name, you gon' fuck around, get your |
| homeboy touched |
| Goin' in the fridge, I ain’t lookin' for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff |
| Upgradin' me to a diamond account, I be gettin' bitches fillin' up Uber trucks |
| South said that he got another million dollar check for me, I told him to run |
| it up, run it up |
| Say you want smoke, we’ll turn you to a pack |
| Take a hood girl and I turn her to a brat |
| Rap game fake, it’s hard to adapt |
| Everything they talk 'bout is cap, cap, cap |
| Textin' my phone, I’ll never write back |
| I been losin' sleep just countin' up cash |
| Lots of bad habits, I’m poppin' off tags |
| I’ma fuck the game up when I drop «Bag» |
| Rollin' off the pills |
| Two hunnid on the dash, I’ma bend the corner, I almost crashed |
| Got everythin' that I need |
| If I see somethin' else that I want, I’ma buy it in cash |
| We was dead broke |
| We ain’t had no money for the works, so we drive around pickin' up bags |
| Got pulled over, had Ps in the trunk |
| 'Fore I sell it to the charge, but they gave us a pass |
| Got more ice than a skatin' rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up |
| Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon' see dead bodies turnin' up |
| Poppin' this Molly got me grindin' at night, got some porcelaine teeth, |
| that I fucked 'em up |
| I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the |
| bus |
| Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name, you gon' fuck around, get your |
| homeboy touched |
| Goin' in the fridge, I ain’t lookin' for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff |
| Upgradin' me to a diamond account, I be gettin' bitches fillin' up Uber trucks |
| South said that he got another million dollar check for me, I told him to run |
| it up, run it up |