My Nig lyrics

[Intro]
Run it up, run it up
Run your, run your motherf*ckin' racks up
Run your motherf*ckin' racks up
Ayy (Da Realest)

[Verse 1]
Get your paper right, run your bands up
Real n*ggas, 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 n*ggas stick together, ain't no seperation
I got love for everybody, f*ck whoever hatin'
Black n*gga, 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 b*tches call my lawyer, boy, I know the rules
Smooth n*gga, you can't tell what I'm goin' through
Ain't got time to chase b*tches 'cause I'm on the move
Uh

[Chorus]
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' f*ck 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'
[Verse 2]
Any given day, I pull a ten out
f*cked your main b*tch, I want her friend now
Sold the Hellcat and brought the Benz out
This sh*t ain't new to me, boy, I've been 'round
Was at 007 wearin' [?]
All white buffs on, me and twenty n*ggas
Used to pop a bunch of Rolls and give it to them b*tches
Free my little brother Skeeter, he was really gettin' it
Ain't got time to chase b*tches '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

[Chorus]
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' f*ck 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)

[Verse 3]
Free my n*gga 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 sh*t to trial
First class trip to Vegas, chillin' in the clouds
Got your b*tch in love with me and I never seen her
Brought the f*ckin' 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
[Chorus]
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' f*ck 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)