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philthy rich & prezi - run it up lyrics

[intro]
triple m on the beat

[chorus: boe sosa & philthy rich]
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins (ayy, it’s philthy, n-gga)
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him (uh-huh)
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip

[verse 1: philthy rich]
look, nothin’ like the lames, you should be ashamed (b-tch)
once you f-ck that broke n-gga, it never be the same (uh-uh)
step your game up and stop f-ckin’ your name up (ayy do that)
i just knocked your bottom b-tch up in this range truck (it’s philth)
b-tch f-gged off and came back with 30k (chump change)
told her she can’t get no d-ck for like 30 days (f-ggot)
2012, n-gga, i was 12 deep (swear to god)
a dollar a day for 10 days, 120 g’s (it’s philth)
five bedroom house up at rose rents (is that right?)
white b-tch checkin’ traps at the bunny ranch (silence)
every pimp in the game got respect for me (salute)
your b-tch hit my dm, got a check for me (she do)
i don’t serve n-ggas, ‘less you servin’ an eight deep (h-llo)
that b-tch pillow talkin’, that’s your bfe (no bfe)
she left him to come choose in a hurry (ayy, run it up)
you can have your chain back, i don’t wear fake jewelry (fu)
it’s philthy

[chorus: boe sosa & prezi]
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip (it’s prezi)

[verse 2: prezi]
your last n-gga, he was broke, baby, he ain’t in my bracket
my thick, light-skin b-tch, she got a different accent
i’m built for this game and i ain’t even practice
helped my n-gga bust a play and i ain’t even tax it
when you come where i’m from, you got the odds against you
everybody ain’t your people, watch who you tend to
they want my lifestyle, but it’s a lot with this sh-t
he ripped up all her clothes when he got knocked for his b-tch
i’m a different breed
i’m ’bout a bag, you ’bout a b-tch, we got different needs
i don’t cuff no b-tch, i let these b-tches leave
and i’m a breath of fresh air, let these b-tches breathe, huh
bustin’ plays on the road, n-gga
but the game is to be sold, not to be told, n-gga
b-tch, i’m with my brothers, i don’t do the friends
she get them benjamins, she gon’ run it in
and that’s a fact, n-gga

[chorus: boe sosa & pooh hefner]
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him (uh-huh)
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip (hef, n-gga)

[verse 3: pooh hefner]
n-gga i don’t want the ho if she don’t come with a payment
and i don’t chase the b-tch unless her last name franklin
n-ggas want me gone ’cause i’m rich and i’m famous
she say she wanna choose, now she speakin’ my language
he a lame -ss n-gga, he be jaws in the sh-t
but that ain’t what i said, that’s what came from her lips
but i’m first cl-ss hef, never believe in the b-tch
so when a b-tch hand off, i just be makin’ it flip
real n-gga out the rich, i just play my position
and i don’t entertain when she demandin’ attention
everything that b-tch do, she gotta ask for permission
forgis on the whip, f-ckin’ up the suspension
before the ho ask, i let her know that it’s pimpin’
so stay far away if you ain’t feelin’ this ‘ism
’cause i do this year ’round, all 365
and i do it from the wrist, the sf to 59, hef

[chorus: boe sosa]
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip
she gon’ run it up, she gon’ run it in
i’m just a young n-gga tryna stack my benjamins
she just left her man, don’t wanna be with him
he a lame n-gga, he can’t make the money flip

- philthy rich prezi lyrics

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