Jazzland

Run it up Run it up Im outchea Tryna get my money up Money up You with that actin On that funny stuff Funny stuff I hit a lick and then I run it up Run it up Take another need another How you feel, how you feel Im on a broken seal Broken heart Motherfuck whats real 100 bills Money counter spill I can never chill In the field Bouta touch a mill Motherfuck a deal Ima need more Please hoe Tell me what it is Ima keep low Streets know Who the fuck I am Feel like debo Smoke whole bricks to the head Ima vet with the tec Fuck a bitch and her friends Getting rich no advance Choppa sing bitches dance In the hood with a pass I dont think you could last And my stash like woah Still dip up in that bag But im passed that Never pass that Woah woah Run it up Run it up Im outchea Tryna get my money up Money up You with that actin On that funny stuff Funny stuff I hit a lick and then I run it up Run it up Take another need another (I just, I just wanna live again you know? I wanna feel alive one more time before the inevitable) Come to the slaughter Taking your main And fucking your daughter Sipping the techy no water Shipping the birds Up over the border I need an eighth Of the oil Sipping that errl Sipping that errl Im in this bitch working Smoking purple urkle To the dome .45 hidden on my side Gone and act up Big talk big talking Heard you ain't got none Hit you from the back side Rip up your front like yea I got wings outchea Pop a wing no fear They dont feel how I feel They can't live how I live Ima dip on you hoes Big grip on the sig Big money tryna get All yall faking Counterfeit like woah Run it up Run it up Im outchea Tryna get my money up Money up You with that actin On that funny stuff Funny stuff I hit a lick and then I run it up Run it up Take another need another