"Run It Up" lyrics

Yeah
Yeeah yeah
'Grown man gon' go get it'
That boy Cassius

Wake up, in the trap house
Throwin' 'bricks' at the penitentiary
Stay down, in the trap house
Tryna' stack me a 'Pretty penny'
Nobody owe me shit-
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get it
Runnin' 'round
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get

Stay down and stack me some paper
Trap house, with vacuum sealer...
A thousand-eight grams
Throw it! at the penitentiary...
Thuggin' on the cement
Since elementary
Snub nose .38
Devolved, extinction
Still hit the Glock
Like Nintendo, Textris
Drive the Forgi's, like a Mario Kart
But, I'm in the Lexus
Aston...
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Yeah
What happen to my best friend?
Rockin' Balmain, like Tito Jackson
Bought her a ass, like Corilla
Auntie said, "That dope good, 8 out of 10"
Fuck a hater; just flew in ya' friend
You know I'm rockin' wit' you, baby
"Longway 'Russian Roulette' wit' dat K"
Back in the trap, with them bags from the bay
North Carolina, for the extra pay
Usher, Raymond, on my hip, nigga
Elementary, "Longway still field trippin'"
"Long-way crippin', for whoever set trippin'"
Jason Lee; anybody get it
'I just want the money baby'
Longway, bitch!

Wake up, in the trap house
Throwin' 'bricks' at the penitentiary
Stay down, in the trap house
Tryna' stack me a 'Pretty penny'
Nobody owe me shit-
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get it
Runnin' 'round
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get

What's understood, don't need to be explained
When the 'Game' 'gar came, I engage the game
Hard out here...
But fuck it, I'm the one to blame
Head hard; when ya solid, when the real come
Nigga said "zip"
Half bag, bags of bundles
'Thug Motivate' a nigga
'Trap or Die' where I'm from
Cassius Jay, beat the pack
I go make some'n shake
Run it up! run it up! run it up!
Yeah!
Still on the 'fuck shit'
Pull up wit' the Draco
Hollow is the tip
KelTec, tucked in Moschino
On the stove, whippin' up Boston George
In my mind in thinking-
That, "I pay the mortgage"
Run it up; get money, baby
The fuck is you sayin'?
Fuckin' up the pots and pans
Mr.Clean, cocaine
Twitter birds, get the blue check
Patek Philippe
This ain't a Rol'y
Wake up in a trap house
Backdo' rollin'
Narcs in the bag
Judge give you triple OG time
Longway not a blood
But he G-shine
Pop it out in court
'Fore he 'drop a dime'
"Longway tale, front a crip"
DA, tryna hate on a nigga grind

Wake up, in the trap house
Throwin' 'bricks' at the penitentiary
Stay down, in the trap house
Tryna' stack me a 'Pretty penny'
Nobody owe me shit-
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get it
Runnin' 'round
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Grown man gone get it
Yeah, yeah
Grown man gone get