Letras
Talk to me nice
Ain't about winning
Don't talk to me twice (I'm good!)
I don't play dice
I make a move on the board
It's precise
And fuck is the price?
I took a fiddle and dipped in the ice
I took a call and now I'm on a flight
Crew heading east, got a book in the night
First stop is Atlanta
I got breakfast plans at the Waffle House
Next up it's Miami
I'm hitting South Beach
Fuck we talking 'bout
Show out, we in Brooklyn
I'm on Flat Bush
And we rocking out, Got a red eye to Los Angeles
Got a rich bitch waiting on the couch
Life's gonna try to hold you back
They gonna tell you that you still got time
Any minute this could all fade to black
That's why we
Run it up
I want more, it's not еnough
I ain't come for the runner up
I go win, I'ma win thе cup
I go win, I'ma fuck it up
I ain't gon' lose, I'ma level up
I've been down but I got tough
Hey, run it up, run it up
Run it up run it back
Run it up run it back
Running man running man
We was on a hundred since run that
Tell me where the lunch at
I aint eat lunch yet
Now yall need to front that
Let me get a fronto
Let me get a blunt wrap
We was on a one pack
Let me get a bust down
Let me get an ace though
Now I feel jacked in
I was on a payroll
This was all back then
Oh my oh my
Ima need a whole pie
Sitting on a big yacht
Lookin at a coast line
Lofi lofi
Bumping on four-fives
Never let a track skip
Please play the whole side
Whole time co-stars
Looking for a co-sign
They aint even close tho
Put em on a clothes line
(Yeah!) Stoop kid made it to the roof kid
So the roof gone now listen to the proof kid (Yeah!)
Lifes gonna try to hold you back
They gon tell you that you still got time
In a minute this could all fade to black
Thats why we
Run it up
I want more, it's not еnough
I ain't come for the runner up
I go win, I'ma win thе cup
I go win, I'ma fuck it up
I ain't gon' lose, I'ma level up
I've been down but I got tough
Hey, run it up, run it up