Lyrics RUN IT UP - Tafia

RUN IT UP

Run it up run it run it up
Chasing this bag I run it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Get me a bag then I fuck it up
Coming up coming up coming up
Fuck wit a nigga thats coming up
Sum it up sum it up sum it up
Yea its all there gotta sum it up
Run it up run it up run it up
I get the check then I run it up
She give me neck then Im done wit her
She want a bag she ain’t done enough
Im superman like dun nuh nuh
Nigga ain’t stupid ain’t runnin up
We in first place he the runner up
My shooters they booted they punted up
Is that yo chick?
Told her get low
Want me a chip like Nick Foles
Look at my neck, shit froze
Look at my wrist, shit froze
Nigga look at my bitch, she cold nigga
Stick to th G code
This shit paid ain’t repoed
This shit asy like free throw
Run it up run it run it up
Chasing this bag I run it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Get me a bag then I fuck it up
Coming up coming up coming up
Fuck wit a nigga thats coming up
Sum it up sum it up sum it up
Yea its all there gotta sum it up
Run it up run it up run it up
All Star when Im in the field
Put bitches to sleep like Benadryl
Been a millionaire before I made a mil
I was makin deals before I signed a deal
Roley on me ain’t tokin
Its glidin, Im vibin wit a lil bad bitch on an island
Good timing, I waited my turn in the dark and I came out shining yea
These niggas got too much problems
Shit my problem got too much diamonds
Keep a switch back and forth Im slidin yea
Im takin her soul its hot in here
Rose gold Presi like Biden yea
Green light special, Im ridin yea
Run it up run it run it up
Chasing this bag I run it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Get me a bag then I fuck it up
Coming up coming up coming up
Fuck wit a nigga thats coming up
Sum it up sum it up sum it up
Yea its all there gotta sum it up
Run it up run it up run it up
These niggas ain’t playin fair
Oh you the man then say you swear
Lookin for the hoes, they in there
Shit like magic, they appear
Shit gettin tragic, they aware
They call me rabbit, I got bad habits
And I got carats all in ear
Nigga I hustle, like Russell, triple double yea
They envy me, Im MVP, before the bubble
Nigga had to make it out the struggle
Nigga had to think fast nigga no huddle
You ain’t wifey can’t get no cuddle
Shake the Moet shit gon bubble
Six figure nigga off top
I done made 5 figures off stocks
I ain’t sell out nigga in stock
I done fit 3 hoes in that drop
I done fit 4 hoes in that drop
I done fit yo hoe in that drop
Pandemic nigga ain’t no drought
Bandemic shit ain’t gon stop
Run it up run it run it up
Chasing this bag I run it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Get me a bag then I fuck it up
Coming up coming up coming up
Fuck wit a nigga thats coming up
Sum it up sum it up sum it up
Yea its all there gotta sum it up
Run it up run it up run it up