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run it up - justis bratt lyrics

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he know he got a bad b*tch
so my wrist he splurging
hermès stitch filthy rich
that’s birkin
girl this handmade
why you hoes still searching?
cutting n*ggas off
i should really be a surgeon

verse 1

trynna get a date
for a day
get a brinks truck
gotta move around these n*ggas
like the lease up
he know i’m burning through his cash
like a leaf brush
busy only talking bout the money
better speak up

even with a quiz couldn’t test me tho
i should call these hoes prague
how i czech (check) these hoes
baby buss down my wrist
my patek bе froze
i ain’t sitting on a d*ck
make him eat thеse holes
catch me tripping on a n*gga
that is something that i won’t do
hit me with the bag
he gone do just what he ‘spose to
call that n*gga doja
he doing what i say so
keep a zip
‘less you speaking on a bank roll

ball n*gga
tall figures
i might hit the mall with ya
pass a couple bands
i might go into the stall withcha
do what i demand
for a chance
for a call n*gga
money in my hands
if you can’t
gotta pause n*gga

east side
(run it up)
west side
(run it up)
bay side
(run it up)
brooklyn
(run it up)
va
(run it up)
east coast
(run it up)
west coast
(run it up)
stockholm
(run it up)
only f*cking with them real n*gga
scamming and the steal n*ggas
playing for the red’s
or he playing for the steels n*ggas
f*ck up out my crib
less you trynna pay the bill n*gga
f*ck him till he dead
imma turn him to a will n*gga

chorus

run it x4
take his cash
do the dash
gotta run it it

run it x 4
all this ass
all this cash
gotta run it (x2)

running through all his cash x4

verse 2
bounce that ass
for some cash
then we dash
in a flash
feeling crass
call the brass
they gone blast
on a pass

i’m just
way too crazy
my drip
too wavy
my chips
like lays
see you
can’t replace me
this ain’t
a race
but i’m
in first place
i’m too
much to take
take a sip
no chase
i can’t
take this hate
so i buy some plates
n*ggas
wait for dates
worth my
gold in weight

no swat
f*ck 12
but i kick in the do’
my tits touch the ground when i’m sitting on the flo’
imma only say it once
won’t say it no mo’
betta have my money ready
or the n*gga gotta go

can’t hurt me
hate me
n*ggas they adore me
twinkle toe
red bottoms on
i’m dorothy
knock em out the scene
out the ring
i’m sporty
hit me with the green
gotta leave
can’t afford me

chorus

run it x4
take his cash
do the dash
gotta run it it

run it x 4
all this ass
all this cash
gotta run it (x2)

running through all his cash x4

bridge

east side
(run it up)
west side
(run it up)
bay side
(run it up)
brooklyn
(run it up)
va
(run it up)
east coast
(run it up)
west coast
(run it up)
stockholm
(run it up)

he put them bands in my hands
yeah you know we boutta
(run it up)
put me in his plans
so you know he gotta
(run it up)
said he wanna dance
to the hand, betta
(run it up)
bands in my hands
yeah you know we boutta
(run it up)

he know we only converse
if it’s commerce
he outta money
hit the do’
grab yo converse
betta put that cash in my hand
ion talk first
n*ggas married to the they can come first

they know my body like gold
n*ggas digging for me
all these hoes
got swine
yeah they pigging for me
said i’m fine like wine
yeah he sipping for me
count it up
do the match
money trigging for me
yeah

ending chorus

run it x4
take his cash
do the dash
gotta run it it

run it x 4
all this ass
all this cash
gotta run it (x2)

running through all his cash x4

- justis bratt lyrics

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