Q Da Fool - Run It Up Lyrics

Lyrics Run It Up - Q Da Fool




Shucks Tarantino
Count that money up bro
Fuck a bitch man
Get your bands up
This money gon' be loyal to you nigga
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pound just came in, bust it down, bust it down
Pound just came in, I'm 'bout to flood the town
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pound just came in, bust it down, bust it down
Pound just came in, I'm 'bout to flood the town
Heard niggas sneak dissin', but that's a damn mission
My niggas, they killers, send you to the clinic
I'm all in your bitch mouth, but I'm not a dentist
That Audi not yours, lil nigga you're leasin'
My bitches be bad, your bitches be decent
I was sleepin' in cells, nigga that's recent
Bitch I'm a trap star, I can't be no deacon
He sweet like a pop top, so why he keep geekin'?
My clips are not standard, guns big like a panda
I'm sellin' good gas and I'm sellin' Amanda
Why that boy put all that lean in that Fanta?
I feel like Cam Newton but I'm not a Panther
These niggas need Pampers, my niggas need maids
We do the club dirty while drinkin' up dirty
I got that bag just like Santa
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pound just came in, bust it down, bust it down
Pound just came in, I'm 'bout to flood the town
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pound just came in, bust it down, bust it down
Pound just came in, I'm 'bout to flood the town
I keep callin' my plug, he ain't answer his phone
I was tryna run it up, so I ran in his home
I count bands lil nigga
New bitch cooler than a fuckin' fan lil nigga
Can't stand a nigga that be playin'
You ain't my man lil nigga
PRPs, check my steez, I make a broke boy believe
Designer shirts come from Italy
Told that lil bitch she can't yank on my sleeve
I'm gettin' hoes like a pimp
Pockets fat, never skimp
If you run, better not trip
Forty on my hip
Make a fuck nigga sleep in a ditch
Niggas tweetin' shit on Twitter
See 'em in person, they ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be bluffin', my niggas be bustin'
Pull up, that's end of discussion
Fufu, like they lean
We do not drink Robitussin
Codeine, promethazine
We pourin' up drank like it's nothin'
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pound just came in, bust it down, bust it down
Pound just came in, I'm 'bout to flood the town
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pound just came in, bust it down, bust it down
Pound just came in, I'm 'bout to flood the town



Writer(s): Joakim Haukaas, Edvard Forre-erfjord, Marty James, Espen Berg, Elijah Grae, Tim Roger Kevin Stuart, Kristopher Thomas Campbell, Simen Eriksrud



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