Yea we running up mo'
Ohh Yea Yea
Preme
I hate it when these broke niggas talking like they did it before
But I treat the pandemic like a bandemic bitch Im running up mo'
I keep my chains on and my jeans on when Im fucking ya hoe
Im going wherever the money at put that shit on the floor
(Yea Yea)
I just ran up a big bag and it was in a drought
I had big bands before pandemic shut yo poor ass mouth
Ima run up all the big bands like a athlete
Lil mama pussy macaroni and I just be stacking cheese (Im stacking cheese)
Hunnids they all on me and I got bitches on me
And a new pendant on freeze
Im killing this shit I do it wit ease
I got ya hoe on her knees, It feel like she praising me
Yea, 3 peat hoes wanna come round and top me (Yea)
A Moncler bubble, and some money in a duffle
Why these niggas steady talking?
When they know that they dont wanna tussle (Uh Oh)
Why you niggas so broke?
You niggas really dont got hustle
I ran up a check, Im flexing so much
But I don't even got no muscles
Lil mama she blowing my mind
Yea, she want me to touch it
Let me slip inside of that pussy
Yea, you know Ima crush it
Diamonds on my neck and wrist
Yea, you know that they bussin'
Niggas dick sucking, act like they down
They know they wasn't
(Nah No)
You know that you wasn't
You wasn't down nigga couldn't even do nothing
But now Im and you want a lil something
Cant give you nothing
Made it from scratch bitch, I made it from nothing
I hate it when these broke niggas talking like they did it before
But I treat the pandemic like a bandemic bitch Im running up mo'
I keep my chains on and my jeans on when Im fucking ya hoe
Im going wherever the money at put that shit on the floor
(Yea Yea)
I just ran up a big bag and it was in a drought
I had big bands before pandemic shut yo poor ass mouth
Ima run up all the big bands like a athlete
Lil mama pussy macaroni and I just be stacking cheese (Im stacking cheese)
We sippin we sippin, them bottles is sure to bring bitches
That Moët it make her moe wet
Copped cases so now yo bitch dripping
(Okay) We tip'n We tip'n
That Fetti that gwala them digits
Y'all falling in love with these bitches, but I fell in love with the riches
Tha money it fall from the ceiling
And she drop it low just to get it
I'm making it rain, I'm feeling like god
I got all these bitches religious
Non stop sending hoes on Spirit
Bae you talking too much dont wanna hear it
Girl you wanna fall in love and I fear it
Type shit I dont even need near me
No