[Intro]
(Check on Dior)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh
[Chorus]
I just slimed that bitch 'cause I had to run it up (Yeah)
Just checked out the Ritz and I had a thirty tucked (Yeah)
I keep hitting licks, you know I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
I just run it up, yeah, I just run it up, yeah
[Verse 1]
The chopper, we got it on us (On us)
Like hibachi, it's chopping you up
That's your bitch, why's she riding with us? (Yeah)
And this bitch was just topping me up (She was)
Try to cuff, you ain't locking me up (Huh)
Said I love you, but I was just stuck (Huh)
My designer smell just like some drugs (What?)
In a Rick Owens, I'm wet as fuck (Yeah)
[Bridge]
And I got a couple hundreds, fifties on me (Yeah)
And I don't fuck with these niggas, I'm by my lonely
These bitches tryna do an [?], they're tryna clone me (Yeah)
Ain't no real ones left 'cause everyone be phony (Yeah, huh)
I started out with nothing, I was hungry
Now I got a couple hundreds, fifties on me (Yeah)
Fuck nigga, I do not wanna be homies (No, huh)
Had to run it up all by my lonely (My lonely)
By my lonely (Huh)
Had to run it up all by my lonely (Yeah)
Had to run it up all by my lonely (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
You ain't talking money, bitch, sound like blah-blah
And I'm in that all-black fit, this is Prada
Yes, I'm having all the Rick, pop out just like ta-da
Skrrt off, I'm in that brand-new whip, that engine sound like ra-ra
That nigga not hard, he really a bitch, try and get hit with that la-la
Shoot out of the car and empty the clip, all he gon' hear is that fa-fa
I just left the plug and I got a zip, when I open it, you know it's zaza
Got me floating, and I'm singing la-la
Said something, boy, I ain't hear nada
Chopper poking your face like Gaga
[Chorus]
I just slimed that bitch 'cause I had to run it up (Yeah)
Just checked out the Ritz and I had a thirty tucked (Yeah)
I keep hitting licks, you know I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
I just run it up, yeah, I just run it up, yeah
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