Songtexte Run It Up - Josh Roy

Yea I sing about diamonds and popping off cuz
I want it all, Yea I want it all
I want a car that screams my name when I'm pulling up
I want more in my hand than a double cup
Got my dawgs right with me, we turning up
Everybody knew of that kid when he was coming up
There's a time to be humble, but not now
Bitch I'm about to run it up
Yea I'll get that droptop I don't need no handouts
Look at my back pocket so full of cash now
Your bitch she my fan now, she just wanna standout
Playing my tunes and my baby got her ass out
(Oooouu ouuu)
Yea yea yea
If I tell them it's a long game they don't wanna play
If I drop a couple thousand they comin my way
But I won't give it to em', imma take it to my grave
Cuz I know they ain't bout this like I am
They won't swim so deep, need a kayak
Bitch I bring the fire
Wanna know why I do this, got desires
I pull up to the club and they know who the flyest
Can't stop now, got people hitting me up saying the world is mine
I fucking owe it to them
So I'm on my grind like I'm the chosen one
And I don't need no lies
Yea I sing about diamonds and popping off cuz
I want it all, Yea I want it all
I want a car that screams my name when I'm pulling up
I want more in my hand than a double cup
Got my dawgs right with me, we turning up
Everybody knew of that kid when he was coming up
There's a time to be humble, but not now
Bitch I'm about to run it up
Yea I'll get that droptop I don't need no handouts
Look at my back pocket so full of cash now
Your bitch she my fan now, she just wanna standout
Playing my tunes and my baby got her ass out
Yea yea
And they ask me josh why hasn't anything happened for you yet
It's only been two years man learn to take a breath
I've been learning so much now I'm cooking like a chef
In the next bedroom, yea I'm fuckin on your ex
Said she had to leave you cuz you never invest
Nothing more than a condom to get you cheap sex
Tell me how you on my line tryna say you ain't impressed
Can't stop now got my younger self saying that the world is mine
I fucking owe it to him
So I'm on my grind like I'm the chosen one
And I don't need no lies
Yea I sing about diamonds and popping off cuz
I want it all, Yea I want it all
I want a car that screams my name when I'm pulling up
I want more in my hand than a double cup
Got my dawgs right with me, we turning up
Everybody knew of that kid when he was coming up
There's a time to be humble, but not now
Bitch I'm about to run it up
Yea I'll get that droptop I don't need no handouts
Look at my back pocket so full of cash now
Your bitch she my fan now, she just wanna standout
Playing my tunes and my baby got her ass out
Yea yea yea