RUN UP lyrics

Barbie
Yeah
They thought that who was a shy girl
Until it became mine girl
Girl you pushed me like a big button
'Til it cuffed who like you did somethin'
You ain't gotta wait for it
You ain't gotta wait for me to give you my love
You ain't gotta wait for it
Things are gettin' sticky, girl thinks that it stuck
I'll admit I'm wrong when I know that I'm gon' come for you
When he was gone who think he came to, yeah
Never gonna not not hit that, your lovin' is drugs to me
When you gon' come to me, yeah
And every time you hit my phone, when you say you needed company, oh
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
Girl you used to bein' quiet
'Til I brought that cloud
You say your dollars is a mountain
And who's mama was the accountant
You watch your figurе 'cause you a big deal
Got my fresh princе and a big whip
Polo mink coat, she's a fake bill
Put you on a phone like who's dashboard
Admit your wrong when I know that who's gon' come for you
When you gon' come for me, yeah
Never gonna not not hit that, lovin' drugs because its all mine she be smokin
When you gon' come to me, yeah
And every time you hit my phone, when you say you need company, oh
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
Major keys, yes I'm the boss
Didn't Griselda got who off?
Right from the loft and went to the portypotty
Most of these dudes is really quick sh*t
Take some shots for the special, this is my booth
'Bout to drop a album, this is my 10044
He put the fetty in the spaghetti sauce
Drop a freestyle and got hoes im patched
Fire burn the John scammed another one of my cheques
Pretty girls, when the girl that stayed behind got it right
'Cause it's another day, let ya fake cries shine bright
Ain't none of them in your lane
True mi have di game pon lock, dem wah code
Just link wit some hot gyal out ah road
True mi have di waist small, pretty, butt whine
Rolex nah deh pon Fossil rich gyal time?
Yo, I told 'em pull up on my phone faster did that say JJ
That's on the low tryna blow him like harmonicas
He call me queen, he know "Nicki" is the moniker
He want a mix between Hillary and Mikey
I switch it up, I switch it up
Rip the beat, then I, i say bro don't it's sissy that died
Travel, then she bounce, I call-Sinead, Sir
Barbie a link up Major Masterpiece
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you