Songtexte Run It Up - Babyface Nitty

I'm 'bout my own business, swear I don't see you niggas
I'm only checking for the bitches, all I want is Benjamins
But if you run up on a nigga you could for sure to get it
And every nigga you see around me, he most definitely with it
All that beating on your chest and all that talking shit
We don't do that drive by, we do that walking shit
Threw the beam on the glees, we chalkin shit
Tryna run it up, you can miss me with that goofy shit
Lil mama had the bands over, before she sucked my dick
Dropped the bitch off on the blade before we hit the lick
Before we had the safe open the bitch done bust eight tricks
Ain't worried about no sneak diss
Say my name and it'll be a sneak hit
Pop up at your next show, get your foreign flip
Your partner here inherit your problems
You done got your partner killed
Spin the corner, whip down, my shooters get to shootin shit
AR with the coolin kit, 050 get the movie shit

Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
All my niggas chasin bags, you sound dumb as fuck
And if you try to jack a nigga I'ma blaze you up
Bitch, run it up, boy, run it up
Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
Bitch, run it up, boy, run it up

And if you all in my business, you look dumb as fuck
Get off a nigga dick and get your money up
Why you focused on me? You could be doublin up
All that pump fakin get your ass fucked up
I wasn't there, I was out of town gettin sucked up
The bitch gave me crazy head, her jaw locked up
My ex bitch left me for Dell when I was locked up
Haha, I'm up now, that's hella, I'm supposed to run it up
I'll die behind mine for real, you ain't takin shit
See it comin from a distance, used to be jackin shit
Kickin open doors, flippin over mattresses
Hit for 20 P's in the closet, nearly vacuum sealed
Found eight bands in the sock in dirty clothes hammers
Double cross another two racks in dirty pissy pampers
Just bought two 6's cause I heard he tryna stab me
I get to shootin down my throat with the bar, let a nigga wack me

Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
All my niggas chasin bags, you sound dumb as fuck
And if you try to jack a nigga I'ma blaze you up
Bitch, run it up, boy, run it up
Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
Since we talkin money, bitch run it up
Bitch, run it up, boy, run it up