Run up money
All my n*ggas run up money
I get guap
I shop... I can’t stop
I really take the whip and then I swerve it out the lott, alot
Remember times I had no option
I was down bad
Everyone they was on opp sh*t
Now I count racks
Fendi gucci mcm
f*ck that b*tch, f*ck friend
I can’t f*ck with n*ggas, n*ggas b*tch
I can’t f*ck with them, no
I said I can’t f*ck with them
On my own until the end
I don’t need no friends b*tch
If you on the other side
You could wake up dead b*tch
Run up money
All my nights run up money
I get guap
I shop... I can’t stop
I really take the whip and then I swerve it out the lot, a lot
Told her put her hands on a floor
I been getting bands onna low
I poppin xans onna low
I might pop a perc at the show
I said she f*ck me da dope
I said she f*ck me for da dope
Told her whip dat coke up off her nose
Said there Ain’t no hope for these hoes
All my n*ggas scheming on a low
All my n*ggas scheming on a low
On my own until the end
I don’t need no friends b*tch
If you on the other side
You could wake up dead b*tch
I don’t need no stylist
Designer on me icy
I said (de)signer on me icy
Me n*ggas grinding
We see coppers then we skate
Juggin and finessing f*ck that b*tch if she got cake and I said juggin and finessin I’m still headed to the bank
Countin all dis cake
So much racks on me and b*tch I might could catch a case
Hiding from the jakes
And I see the snakes
All these n*ggas fake
Why these n*ggas fake
Told her put her hands on a floor
I been getting bands onna low
I poppin xans onna low
I might pop a perc at the show
I said she f*ck me da dope
I said she f*ck me for da dope
Told her whip dat coke up off her nose
Said there Ain’t no hope for these hoes
All my nighas scheming on a low
All my n*ggas scheming on a low