Текст песни Run It Up - Murda Mar

Yea

Murda
Murda
Murda
Murda Yea
PD Shit
PD Shit

Thank God that I'm blessed
Tryna live a life
Nigga with no stress
Need the money
So Im runnin' up a check
Need the money
So Im runnin' up a check
Run it up (hey, hey)
Run it up
Yeah Im runnin' up a check
Run it up (hey, hey)
Run it up
Yeah Im running up a check

Put the paper in my hand
I need it now
I need you to understand

No you not my mans
Free Falero
Yeah my nigga
He got jammed

But I'm gone make sure
That I keep on touchin' bands
She blew me in LA
I guess she gotta thing for Lance

Racks in there
Girl please don't touch my pants
You can hold somethin'
But please don't tell yo friends

Now more broads is on my team
3 chicks at once
Yeah this gotta be a dream

I need the paper nigga
Fuck all that extra shit
No time for arguing
All yo words they irrelevant

Hell bound
But my momma said Im heaven sent
See me in these hands nigga
I don't ever squint

I had no choice to run up a check
Gotta thank god
That a nigga really blessed

Thank God that I'm blessed
Tryna live a life
With no stress
Need the money
So Im runnin' up a check
Need the money
So Im runnin' up a check
Run it up (hey, hey)
Run it up
Yeah Im runnin' up a check
Run it up (hey, hey)
Run it up
Yeah Im running up a check

You should know I need it all
Might put her down
But I'm not gone get involved

Here's a problem you can solve
Why you on my line
If it's not a business call

Picture perfect
But my gun the only thing I draw
You got shit confused
Tryna walk before you crawl

I been broke and
Naw I ain't never goin back
You a fuck boy
That's always gettin his fuckin' pockets tapped

The game fucked up
So everybody gettin taxed
As soon I lit the candle
I knew yo bitch was gettin waxed

I don't ever Cap
I'm just stating facts
You in love wit a rat
Now you feel attacked

Tried to tell these niggas
Never get attached
Cause all that wasted time
Yeah you never gettin back

Ya thank God that I'm blessed
Yeah I really need the fuckin' money
So Im running up a check
I don't really need ya bitch
But she gonna throw the neck
Yeah Im fuckin' Murda God
Always having great sex
Yeah Im fuckin' Murda God
Always having great sex

Run
Run
Run
Run
Running up a check