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fbg young & fbg dutchie - run it up lyrics

[intro: fbg dutchie]
gang, gang
huh? huh?

[chorus: fbg dutchie]
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
i got a bag and i’m clouted up
so i f+ck the strag, made her mount me up
i get that cash, then i count it up
then i stack that cash like a mountain, uh
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
go ‘head break the leg tryna run it up
ain’t gettin’ no bread, then you dumb as f+ck
slide through your block and we bump it up
run out of room tryna run it up
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
i just ran it out of room, all my boxes full
rubberband cho, i got lots of pull
ain’t no tweakin’, we eatin’, we lots of full
smoke you and your butler, we all on board
i want them bands, yeah, a lot of racks
i flipped the grams, sold a lot of sacks
and i shot your mans, on a lot of that
but it’s back to them bands, n+gga, roger that
ten+four, copy, like nasa, b+tch
card game [?]
i pull up in more whips than master, b+tch
sippin’ actavis, i had a accident
i smashed the b+tch right beforе i crashed the whip
imagine that or imaginе this
peru coat with aladdin, b+tch
i ball hard, like walmart, i’m havin’ sh+t
like seriously, well, actually
that [?] with me, i got that sack with me
money stuck, attached to me
n+ggas hate ’cause their b+tches be sackin’ me
’cause i get a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of money
like honestly, it can’t stop, won’t stop
this sh+t don’t stop and it won’t stop
so i’ma run that bag up ’til i’m on top
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
i got a bag and i’m clouted up
so i f+ck the strag, made her mount me up
i get that cash, then i count it up
then i stack that cash like a mountain, uh
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
go ‘head break the leg tryna run it up
ain’t gettin’ no bread, then you dumb as f+ck
slide through your block and we bump it up
run out of room tryna run it up

[verse 2: fbg young]
run to that money, run to that clout
came in that p+ssy, run to the mouth
run up in your house unannounced for runnin’ your mouth
run up on me wrong, now he ain’t runnin’ now
she gave me the runaround, got a plug, no runnin’ now
n+gga, you don’t run sh+t, all you do is run your mouth
run through it, run it up, fund it to me, ran it back
bought my own and i came back, boy, that’s mitch, so give it back
runnin’ to the money, d+mn, i think i broke a leg
but i stack this cash, i don’t need no helpin’ hand, yeah
runnin’ to the money, d+mn, i think i broke a leg
but i stack this cash, i don’t need no helpin’ hand, yeah, yeah
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
i got a bag and i’m clouted up
so i f+ck the strag, made her mount me up
i get that cash, then i count it up
then i stack that cash like a mountain, uh
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
run it up, run it up, run it up, run
go ‘head break the leg tryna run it up
ain’t gettin’ no bread, then you dumb as f+ck
slide through your block and we bump it up
run out of room tryna run it up

- fbg young fbg dutchie lyrics

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