rosalvo & mi5ta - run it up lyrics
[intro]
lens dupuy
[chorus]
i gotta admit, i’m addicted to money, i take care of business
i dropped out of school to get my money up, now i run up the digits
i walk in the store and i get what i want, i do not need a stylist
i was born broke but i said to my momma i swear we gon’ die rich
i gotta admit, i’m addicted to money, i take care of business
i dropped out of school to get my money up, now i run up the digits
i walk in the store and i get what i want, i do not need a stylist
i was born broke but i said to my momma i swear we gon’ die rich
[verse 1]
i run that sh+t up and i flip it instantly
i break the bread up and split with my family
m’son sevitè, now they think that i’m crazy
it’s make out of silk and i keep that sh+t on me
when i hop on the track you know i don’t play gamеs
facts on facts, put my bars in a frame
put that on my lwas, i ain’t never gon’ changе
splash too hard when i walk, i leave stains
r.a.b.o.t.o., this is where i’m from, we in this b+tch
motherf+ck your ego, all my n+ggas bosses running sh+t
we too busy chasing zeros, couldn’t care about no b+tch
i was born broke but i told my momma we gon’ die rich
[chorus]
i gotta admit, i’m addicted to money, i take care of business
i dropped out of school to get my money up, now i run up the digits
i walk in the store and i get what i want, i do not need a stylist
i was born broke but i said to my momma i swear we gon’ die rich
i gotta admit, i’m addicted to money, i take care of business
i dropped out of school to get my money up, now i run up the digits
i walk in the store and i get what i want, i do not need a stylist
i was born broke but i said to my momma i swear we gon’ die rich
[verse 2]
no i don’t need a stylist, though i handle my business
weighed the clean on the benches, now i trap with no digits
use to cook up the fishy
i did my thing with the coco mo
i put the c in the coca+cola
whip up the d, tryna get some more
i told my momma i made it, shirley just look at ya baby
told them n+ggas gonna hate me, but won’t let a p+ssy fade me
won’t let a p+ssy take me i go harder than the raiders
out the swamp like the ‘gators, i might buy a new coupe and paint it tomato
then squat it, okay asanti for them haters
sayonara to ya’ fakers, shawty ain’t have enough paper (mob!)
[chorus]
i gotta admit, i’m addicted to money, i take care of business
i dropped out of school to get my money up, now i run up the digits
i walk in the store and i get what i want, i do not need a stylist
i was born broke but i said to my momma i swear we gon’ die rich
i gotta admit, i’m addicted to money, i take care of business
i dropped out of school to get my money up, now i run up the digits
i walk in the store and i get what i want, i do not need a stylist
i was born broke but i said to my momma i swear we gon’ die rich
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