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23chivo – run the money up lyrics

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[intro]
yuh
ay it’s chivo, b-tch
2 3, 23 gang
r.i.p. to my big sister
ay, yuh

[chorus]
remember back then, had no food in my tummy
i was hungry, so i had to get the money
run the hundreds up (get the huh?)
get the money up (run it up)
run the money up (run it up)
stack the hundreds up (run it up)
get the hundreds up (run it)
remember back then, as a youngin
had no money, so i had to start juugin
yeah i had to run the money up (oh my god)
count the hundreds up (hunnids)
rack the money up (run it up)
collect the hundreds yeah (run it up)
run the money up (run it up)

[verse 1]
remember back then, wasn’t no food in my cabinets
sleeping on the floor, ’cause we couldn’t even afford a mattress
turn nothing into something, man that sh-t felt like some magic
my clothes ain’t designer, but i’m dripping in this fashion
f-cking on this goth b-tch
30 deep, mosh pit
hit you with a dropkick
failure ain’t a option
r.i.p. my sister, without you won’t feel the same again (rest in peace, on god)
you held me up when i felt like i was caving in (on gang)
been through so much pain that my heart is all numb (heart is numb)
that b-tch don’t love you cause you act like a bum (you a b-tch)
we was so broke, yeah, all we had was crumbs (ain’t had sh-t)
we ain’t got sh-t to do, we shooting bullets at the sun (empty clips)

[chorus]
remember back then, had no food in my tummy
i was hungry, so i had to get the money (get it up)
run the hundreds up (run it up, run it up)
get the money up (run it up, run it up)
run the money up (run it up, run it up)
stack the hundreds up (run it up)
get the hundreds up (ay, yuh)
remember back then, as a youngin
had no money, so i had to start juugin
yeah i had to run the money up (get up wit me)
count the hundreds up (ya dig)
rack the money up (come on)
collect the hundreds yeah (let’s go)
run the money up (yea)

[verse 2]
remember back then, we was swiping on the daily (swipin daily)
old heads calling us hood lil babies (f-ck old heads)
remember back then we was vooling going vrazy (goin vrazy)
now it’s all money buddy, f-ck you pay me (ha, f-ck you pay me)
lit in this b-tch, like bic
r.i.p. to my big sis, i swear to god you will be missed (r.i.p., rest in peace, that’s on god)
and i’ll never forget, about all the things you did (you saved my life)
and i’ll never let these skeezers try to box me in
(pipe me in, lil b-tch)