Lyrics My Nig - Peezy

My Nig

Run it up, run it up
Run your, run your motherfuckin' racks up
Run your motherfuckin' racks up
Ayy (Da Realest)
Get your paper right, run your bands up
Real niggas, if you feel me, put your hands up
If you got a real plug, help your mans up
Chain dancin' like you work up at the damn club
All my niggas stick together, ain’t no seperation
I got love for everybody, fuck whoever hatin'
Black nigga, white ice like I’m segregating
Bust a fourty-one, I had to decorate it
In the class on my own, I ain’t go to school
Told them bitches call my lawyer, boy, I know the rules
Smooth nigga, you can’t tell what I’m goin' through
Ain’t got time to chase bitches 'cause I’m on the move
Uh
Yeah, I was down on my luck, my nig'
Look at your mans now, I’m iced up, my nig' (Yeah)
I don’t chase hoes and run it up, my nig' (Stackin' paper)
I know they gon' fuck for a buck, my nig' (Real)
Yeah, I was down, now I’m up, my nig' (Now I’m up)
'Cause I stayed down and stacked up, my nig' (Boy)
Any given day,
by the trunk, my nig'
That’s why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig'
Any given day, I pull a ten out
Fucked your main bitch, I want her friend now
Sold the Hellcat and brought the Benz out
This shit ain’t new to me, boy, I’ve been 'round
Was at 007 wearin'
All white buffs on, me and twenty niggas
Used to pop a bunch of Rolls and give it to them bitches
Free my little brother Skeeter, he was really gettin' it
Ain’t got time to chase bitches 'cause I’m on a mission
When it come to that paper, I get tunnel vision
I got kush in all flavors, you can come and get it
I’ma stack that money up until it touch the ceilin', boy
Yeah, I was down on my luck, my nig'
Look at your mans now, I’m iced up, my nig' (Yeah)
I don’t chase hoes and run it up, my nig' (Stackin' paper)
I know they gon' fuck for a buck, my nig' (Real)
Yeah, I was down, now I’m up, my nig' (Now I’m up)
'Cause I stayed down and stacked up, my nig' (Boy)
Any given day,
by the trunk, my nig'
That’s why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig' (Ayy, ayy)
Free my nigga Patch, they got him sittin' down
Know it’s 'bout some paper when I’m in your town
They ain’t got nothin' on you, take the shit to trial
First class trip to Vegas, chillin' in the clouds
Got your bitch in love with me and I never seen her
Brought the fuckin' 550, I ain’t want the Bimmer
Rock designer every day, look like I work at Neimans
Paid it full, if they ask me, I work at the cleaners
The Ghetto Boy chain represent the brand
Stayin' out the way, runnin' up them bands
Off-White hoodie on like I’m in the Klan
I’m just runnin' up a check, stickin' to the plan, yeah
Yeah, I was down on my luck, my nig'
Look at your mans now, I’m iced up, my nig' (Yeah)
I don’t chase hoes and run it up, my nig' (Stackin' paper)
I know they gon' fuck for a buck, my nig' (Real)
Yeah, I was down, now I’m up, my nig' (Now I’m up)
'Cause I stayed down and stacked up, my nig' (Boy)
Any given day,
by the trunk, my nig'
That’s why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig' (Ayy, ayy)