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melancholy mafia - run it up lyrics

[intro]
run it up, bag it out
f+ck it up, clap it out
i love the way she back it up
suck it up, l!ck it up

all of my enemies steaming with jealousy
always be testing me so keep it next to me
f+cking with melony i dipped her in fendi, she loving the fendi
i showed her the hermes

fendi armani i think i’m addicted
180sx with the windows be tinted
talk about money but your sh+t is all gifted
doing the race i don’t f+ck with a ticket

she want a bentley coupe two door
she want that saint laurent and the dior
she want a bentley coupe two door
she want that saint laurent and the dior

got me the bag and i check it out
got her designer she walk it out
money on money i thumb it out
she wants love what you talking about?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what you talking about?
yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah, what you talking about?
[chorus]
run it up, run it up, run it up, i got the bag, aye
and she want the, she want the prada and the louie
swerve the i8
my faygo so laced
she wanna f+ck with melancholy i said no way

run it up, run it up, run it up, i got the bag, aye
and she want the, she want the prada and the louie
swerve the i8
my faygo so laced
she wanna f+ck with melancholy i said no way

[verse 1]
like who is you?
feeling scooby doo
whip going 242
so i had to drop the roof
we was cooking it up in the stu’
for real we not f+cking with you
my money crip always blue
hoes round me like hugh

just like that! smoking up pack! yeah
just like that! we made a stack! yeah
just like that! smoking up pack! yeah
just like that! we made a stack! yeah
[bridge]
i got the bag, aye
i got the bag, i got the bag, i got the bag, aye
i got the bag, aye
i got the cash, i got the cash, i got the cash, aye

[chorus]
run it up, run it up, run it up, i got the bag, aye
and she want the, she want the prada and the louie
swerve the i8
my faygo so laced
she wanna f+ck with melancholy i said no way

run it up, run it up, run it up, i got the bag, aye
and she want the, she want the prada and the louie
swerve the i8
my faygo so laced
she wanna f+ck with melancholy i said no way

[verse 2]
i still don’t know who is you
dripped out jeans i’m rocking trues
i don’t got no greens only blues
spent a band on hermes shoes

burberry, tom ford, cartier she said what is that?
rockstar, foreign whip, guess i gotta return her back
bad b+tches round me they want my designer bag
p+ssy boy hating me i don’t know why they so mad?
[bridge]
couple of bands tetris the way that i stack it
designer everywhere i got it on my jacket
bad b+tch so wet drenched up my blanket
she like books gave her rayban glasses

[chorus]
run it up, run it up, run it up, i got the bag, aye
and she want the, she want the prada and the louie
swerve the i8
my faygo so laced
she wanna f+ck with melancholy i said no way

run it up, run it up, run it up, i got the bag, aye
and she want the, she want the prada and the louie
swerve the i8
my faygo so laced
she wanna f+ck with melancholy i said no way

- melancholy mafia lyrics

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