paroles de chanson Run It Up - Hilton , Jay Makeinit

I'm on a mission for millions
Fuck that lil bitch and her feelings
She think I care like I'm Tiller
But we not exchanging them feelings
All bout the bag and it shows
I gotta go get the dough yeah
I gotta go get the dough
I gotta go get the dough yeah
Run it up run it up
Filling up the double cup
Call the cops I give no fucks
Got yo bitch she on my nuts
Bust a nut and then I gut
I leave her ass up in the pass
Cause I'm steady chasing cash
See the johnnies do the dash

Run it run it up Imma hem it up
Need the cash real fast Imma do the dash
Run it run it up Imma hem it up
Need the cash real fast Imma do the dash

Now that I'm stacking my bread
All of my niggas is fed
I run up that check get the green
I be sipping on lean it's codeine
I been hustling tryna make a move
All my homies they know what to do
We gon pull up on you block
And we airing them shots
Double round it's take two aye
All of my hittas got shots
Feel like Ray Allen
I am not a Chris Bosh
No
Thirty Four Shots inna teck
Shoot at the ref and they gave me a tech
Woah
Sipping that poe I'm going slow
Gripping that pole
You don't want no smoke
Getting that cash
I want some more

I'm on a mission for millions
Fuck that lil bitch and her feelings
She think I care like I'm Tiller
But we not exchanging them feelings
All bout the bag and it shows
I gotta go get the dough yeah
I gotta go get the dough
I gotta go get the dough yeah

I'm a young nigga with visions
Chasing the money no ceilings
Stay on my grind got ambitions
Seeking out 200 million
Try to invest in my children
Imma have to go and get it
Feds watching non stop
Had to bust down on my block
Whipping crystals in the kitchen
Flip it then I wash the dishes
Dish washer spinning real suspicious
Clothes dryer filling up with benjis
Redrum if he up in my mentions
Big drum beat em up and I kick it
Kick door in your house no permission
Hitting licks give yo ass no commission yeah yeah

Run it run it up Imma hem it up
Need the cash real fast Imma do the dash
Run it run it up Imma hem it up
Need the cash real fast Imma do the dash

All these bitches hit my phone
If you ain't talking cash bitch leave me alone
Don't ask for handouts when you see that I'm on
Hoe get out my face please leave me alone
It's finna be close closed
Got the mac on my lap gotta lay low
My money all colors call em pesos
Lul L sliding down with a draco
Sliding down with a draco
Hitting hella licks like my name is Diego
Cuban link Rollie bust down on a Range Rove
Shining bright just like I got a halo
But them devil horns form when I say so
If you fuck with me it's a case closed
Hitting shooters up the pole now your face gone
Now everything moving slow

Run it run it up Imma hem it up
Need the cash real fast Imma do the dash
Run it run it up Imma hem it up
Need the cash real fast Imma do the dash