Run It Up by Curtis Williams Lyrics
[Intro: Curtis Williams & Slim Jxmmi]
Danko
Shout out my nigga Lex Luger
Uncle Jxmm
Yeah
Uh
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
Run it up, run it up
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[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]
I said that's your main bitch, [?] watching
Ain't no telling what's up in this nigga pockets
I got a check, and went and ran it up
You niggas lame as fuck, you cannot hang with us
I'm reppin gang gang, Two-9 to be spesific
All these niggas talking shit, I fuck they bitches
I got some Sooby on my motherfuckin denom
Nigga say he tried Danco, but he didn't
He got a chain, but he took it like a bitch
Said I'm working till all my niggas rich
They own money, own cars, own cribs
I get a pack, I break it down, and take a hit
Yeah, Danco
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
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[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Uncle Jxmmi!
Fuck being broke, bitch I'm the GOAT
Gucci slippers, Gucci robe
Uncle Jxmmi got a house full of hoes
Uncle Jxmmi got a mouth full of gold
I'm a million dollar nigga I suppose
365, 24
7 nigga, tryna get a bankroll
Boy my pockets gonna explode
Run it up, Usain Bolt
Be poppin like fago
Got them red bitches like Coca Cola, got some foreign girls doing blow
Spent 30 in the Gucci store
My shoes Tecken, but they Gucci though
Usually I drink Hennisy, but tonight I'm drinking Don Hoolio
Run it up, hit the gym and get your hustle up
I got a check, I'm tryna double up
I can turn a bag of nothing into something, I turn your girl into a slut
Watch how I read these haters like a book
I can tell they broke by how they look
Get some money motherfucker, run it up
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
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Danko
Shout out my nigga Lex Luger
Uncle Jxmm
Yeah
Uh
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
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[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]
I said that's your main bitch, [?] watching
Ain't no telling what's up in this nigga pockets
I got a check, and went and ran it up
You niggas lame as fuck, you cannot hang with us
I'm reppin gang gang, Two-9 to be spesific
All these niggas talking shit, I fuck they bitches
I got some Sooby on my motherfuckin denom
Nigga say he tried Danco, but he didn't
He got a chain, but he took it like a bitch
Said I'm working till all my niggas rich
They own money, own cars, own cribs
I get a pack, I break it down, and take a hit
Yeah, Danco
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
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[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Uncle Jxmmi!
Fuck being broke, bitch I'm the GOAT
Gucci slippers, Gucci robe
Uncle Jxmmi got a house full of hoes
Uncle Jxmmi got a mouth full of gold
I'm a million dollar nigga I suppose
365, 24
7 nigga, tryna get a bankroll
Boy my pockets gonna explode
Run it up, Usain Bolt
Be poppin like fago
Got them red bitches like Coca Cola, got some foreign girls doing blow
Spent 30 in the Gucci store
My shoes Tecken, but they Gucci though
Usually I drink Hennisy, but tonight I'm drinking Don Hoolio
Run it up, hit the gym and get your hustle up
I got a check, I'm tryna double up
I can turn a bag of nothing into something, I turn your girl into a slut
Watch how I read these haters like a book
I can tell they broke by how they look
Get some money motherfucker, run it up
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
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