Tonalità: Eb minor
Intro 1
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I just like the sound of it
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Grr, bow, bow,
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bow Grr,
Verse 1
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(bow)
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Y'all do not know me, I shoot like I'm Kobe
Dm
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That boy really tough on his doley though
I keep a Drac', ain't no OVO
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Dm
I ain't for nothin', just check my portfolio
Am
Really come from a block
where they bang, bang
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Protect that Glock,
Dm
Am
oh, this Glock ain't no goalie, bro
Say you 'bout what you claimin',
then show me though
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Dm
One in the head, you gon' die tryna toe-to-toe
Am
F
Trench kid, no fucks, gotta run it up
Dm
If you thinkin' I'ma lose,
Am
then you dumb as fuck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds,
ooh, Bentley butter cup
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Dm
Youngest out my city, keep it smooth
Am
just to sum it up
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No security, you see me, but that Glock spit
Dm
Youngest nigga doin' it,
Am
that's why I pop shit
VVS's drippin' water, it's like a mosh pit
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Dm
Really not shit, but I'm movin' like I'm hot shit
Am
Legal money comin' in, I started off robbin'
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True to evеrything I did,
Dm
there's really no flagin'
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All my shit been goin' up, lil' nigga, no dodgin'
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Dm
And I'ma keep on comin' with thе heat,
I'm hoggin'
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Trench kid, glitter on the piece, stop sobbin'
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Dm
Why them niggas hatin'? It defeats my noggin
Am
If that ain't really your beef, stop sidin'
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Dm
Say you tryna run in these streets,
Am
stop hidin', huh
Run it up, run it up, run it up
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Dm
Niggas broke 'cause they be
Am
on that funny stuff (Broke)
Richard Mille, my wrist be on— (Ooh)
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Dm
I done came way too far, I can't fuck it up
Am
F
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang
Dm
Am
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us
F
Hearin' no one can slide, I be clutchin' up
Dm
Know the haters mad, they got enough of us
Chorus 1
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Run it up, run it up, run it up,
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Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
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Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Am
I just stack up that money, I run it up
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Dm
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
Am
What the fuck they gon' tell me?
My money up
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Dm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Verse 2
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Double up, run it up
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Lamborghini with the bubble guts
Dm
Got them bands and I'm flexin',
Am
hold my muscle up
I'ma stand on the business
F
when it's time to buck
Dm
Am
I get paper in the morning when I'm wakin' up
Make my bitch get your bitch,
F
come and fuck on us
Dm
Make a hit with that switch,
Am
now my opps are dust
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Put my racks in the wall, now it's growin' rust
Dm
Diamond chain get to swangin',
Am
they know it's us
F
They know it's me
Dm
Am
Pinky ring get to singin' like Jodeci
F
Double R and it came with a notary
Dm
Am
I see stars, I'm a star like it's 'posed to be
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I pop bars, only way I can go to sleep
Dm
When my gang needed me,
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bought a hunnid Ps
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Put the Patek on, my wrist a masterpiece
Dm
Put some diamonds on her
Am
and some double Cs
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Fuck these niggas, I'm up
Dm
Am
Kickin' my shit like I won the World Cup
F
Start from the tip, baby, suck
Dm
Am
Beat that shit down, baby girl need a crutch
F
Hunnids keep comin', you know that's a must
Dm
If you talkin' money then we can
Chorus 2
Am
(discuss)
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
F
Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, ooh
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
F
Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
F
Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Am
I just stack up that money, I run it up
F
Dm
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
Am
What the fuck they gon' tell me?
My money up
F
Dm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Verse 3
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F
I been runnin' that money up, puttin' on
Dm
Am
Ain't no end to this trend, it's a marathon
Different breed, I might bust down
F
a herringbone
Dm
Board a flight with them racks in my carry-on
Am
Talkin' 'bout money, you know who to call
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Dm
It look like a riot, I fucked up the mall
Am
She diggin', have me
and my whole circle, boss
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Dm
Gave me some top through my Ethika draws
Am
Earrings one-fifty, I'm thuggin', I'm hood
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Dm
I lock the screw back and put erasers on 'em
Am
Wide body Daytona, bending the corner
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Dm
Them hitters ain't renters, the tag Arizona
Am
Ain't get no diploma
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Dm
Shot dice for the J's, the freshest dude
Am
in the schoolhouse
You ain't gangster,
F
you went, took the smooth route
Dm
Ran it up, now my pockets look too stout
Am
Never enough, man, I gotta go get some more
F
Dm
Am
Sold enough gas to go buy me a Texaco
F
Now I'm on the charts, I'm runnin' up streams
Dm
Am
My niggas still got what you need though
Built my name from the ground,
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I ain't have no help
Dm
Am
It's just me versus me, beefin' with myself
F
It was time I woke 'em up, they overslept
Dm
Run it up, run it up, still ain't out of breath
Chorus 3
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
F
Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
F
Dm
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Am
I just stack up that money, I run it up
F
Dm
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
Am
What the fuck they gon' tell me?
My money up
F
Dm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Outro 1
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