Key: Eb minor
Intro 1
Em
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Am
Em
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Grr, bow, bow,
Em
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bow Grr,
Verse 1
Em
(bow)
Am
Em
That boy really tough on his doley though
I keep a Drac', ain't no OVO
C
Am
I ain't for nothin', just check my portfolio
where they bang, bang
Am
Em
oh, this Glock ain't no goalie, bro
Say you 'bout what you claimin',
then show me though
C
Am
One in the head, you gon' die tryna toe-to-toe
Em
C
Trench kid, no fucks, gotta run it up
Pop out, drippin' diamonds,
ooh, Bentley butter cup
C
Am
Youngest out my city, keep it smooth
C
No security, you see me, but that Glock spit
VVS's drippin' water, it's like a mosh pit
C
Am
Really not shit, but I'm movin' like I'm hot shit
Em
Legal money comin' in, I started off robbin'
Em
All my shit been goin' up, lil' nigga, no dodgin'
C
Am
And I'ma keep on comin' with thе heat,
I'm hoggin'
Em
Trench kid, glitter on the piece, stop sobbin'
C
Am
Why them niggas hatin'? It defeats my noggin
Em
If that ain't really your beef, stop sidin'
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Am
Say you tryna run in these streets,
Run it up, run it up, run it up
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Am
Niggas broke 'cause they be
Richard Mille, my wrist be on— (Ooh)
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Am
I done came way too far, I can't fuck it up
Em
C
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang
Am
Em
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us
Am
Know the haters mad, they got enough of us
Chorus 1
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
My money up
C
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Verse 2
I'ma stand on the business
Am
Em
I get paper in the morning when I'm wakin' up
Make my bitch get your bitch,
C
Put my racks in the wall, now it's growin' rust
Am
Em
Pinky ring get to singin' like Jodeci
Am
Em
I see stars, I'm a star like it's 'posed to be
Am
Em
Kickin' my shit like I won the World Cup
Am
Em
Beat that shit down, baby girl need a crutch
Chorus 2
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, ooh
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
My money up
C
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Verse 3
Em
C
I been runnin' that money up, puttin' on
Am
Em
Ain't no end to this trend, it's a marathon
Different breed, I might bust down
Am
Board a flight with them racks in my carry-on
Em
Talkin' 'bout money, you know who to call
C
Am
It look like a riot, I fucked up the mall
and my whole circle, boss
C
Am
Gave me some top through my Ethika draws
Em
Earrings one-fifty, I'm thuggin', I'm hood
C
Am
I lock the screw back and put erasers on 'em
C
Am
Them hitters ain't renters, the tag Arizona
C
Am
Shot dice for the J's, the freshest dude
You ain't gangster,
Em
Never enough, man, I gotta go get some more
C
Am
Em
Sold enough gas to go buy me a Texaco
C
Now I'm on the charts, I'm runnin' up streams
Am
Em
My niggas still got what you need though
Built my name from the ground,
Am
Em
It's just me versus me, beefin' with myself
Am
Run it up, run it up, still ain't out of breath
Chorus 3
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
C
Am
Give a fuck 'bout who love me, I run it up
My money up
C
Am
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Outro 1
Em
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Em
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