Letras
Every day I gotta run it up
Every day I gotta run it up
Every day I gotta run it up
Every day I gotta run it up yea
Every day I gotta run it up
Every day I gotta run it up
Every day I gotta run it up
Every day I gotta run it up yea
Every day I gotta run it up
I cannot do no slacking
Nigga couldn't stop my motion
I turnt up gang off three different addresses
Yea she hit my phone from time to time
But she don't get access
How you gone play with me and stab my back
I still ain't passed that
Fuck all my old hoes actually
Three new hoes
That's one less
I like it better when you undress
I think you do it on purpose
She went French tip nails and white on toes
Her slides from Hermes
She wanna slim her waist and widen her hips
Yea she want surgery
I accept yo flaws and what come with you
I think you perfect
Go too deep I hurt it
Hit her one time she obsessed
I FaceTime I don't text
My main hoe be upset
I got hoes tryna protest
Yea this a bad bitch contest
You gotta trust the process
Vibes on vibes I'm honest
I treat hoes like objects
My right pocket in Onyx
Wake up thinking bout mo checks
My left pocket on Boflex
Thinking bout money
Oh yes
Smelling like money
Oh yes
Wake up with two bitches tryna top me
Put in that work lil bitch it's perfect timing
I popped another pill I go retarded
Told her I can't love you I'm just being honest with you
I looked in my future all I see is diamonds
They like how the fuck this nigga keep on shining
Got a foreign hoe loving my attire
I ain't never tired she praying to me like her sire
I just get higher and higher til I reach the clouds