YG, Tyga, 21 Savage, BIA - Run lyrics

Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what?
(And what)
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin' off
You can't stand us (Stand us)

Whole lotta bands in my left hand
The pistol got a drum, I'm the band man
Whole lotta drink in my right hand
Long live Slim 400, the hype man (Hype man)
She know I got paper, she wanna get a issue
Over a bitch, never act sentimental
Drop-top coupe, this is not a rental
Pull up, F8 Ferrari, fuck with they mental
Gentle as you open the door
Threw a hunnid in the club


Put this shit on Forbes
Beef in the streets come with these whores
The pussy so good, it be startin' wars
Oh, oh, oh man, oh damn
This Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam
I'm tryna run the bag up
She wanna slow dance
I'm tryna toot it and boot it
She wanna romance

Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what?
(And what)
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin' off
You can't stand us (Stand us)

Big digit's, Chrome Heart, bitch spend it
Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it
Big digit's, whole lotta pretty bitches
No cap, not a snapback or a fitted (Ah)

How they do, muhfucka? It's the big homie
Different bitch every night
I am never lonely said she had a OnlyFans
But she never told me
Said she a real squirter
Now she gotta show me
Yeah, on demon, I don't play fair (No)
Get money in the safe, sex in the air (Air)
Yeah, jumpin' off a bean for me everywhere
(Where)
I be livin' in the bank, you ain't ever there
(Never)
Clap, clap that ass like it's automatic
('Matic) i'm obsessed with that ass
I'm an ass fanatic ('Natic)
Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic
And we still flipped the
Work like an acrobatic (Flip it)
Yeah, play time, now it's break time
Yeah, too busy but I make time
Yeah, 4Hunnid with them gang signs
If we talkin' millionaires, bitch
I'm front line (Ah)

Run them bands up, run them bands up (Bitch)
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what?
(And what)
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin' off
You can't stand us (Stand us)

Big digit's, Chrome Heart, bitch, spend it
(Uh) get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it
(BIA, BIA)
Big digit's, whole lotta pretty bitches (Uh)
No cap, not a snapback or a fitted

I run it up 'til I'm tired (Yes)
Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire
Niggas inquire who been fuckin' me prior
Bitch, I been hot, Richard Pryor, uh
It's gettin' hot in here ain't no talent
Drop a tear 'cause I hope in Lears (Skrrt)
I took the PS lounge 'cause
They stop and stare
I know these white folks wonder
How we got in here, uh
Took the club and the
Kitchen from the backdoor
It's the only time that I ever get backdoored
(Rrah) nigga, the fuck you think I rap for?
Nigga, you could see it on my dashboard

Plain Jane Rollie cost a whole half a ticket
(Facts) worth eight figures
Ain't no such thing as trickin' (21)
Should've been a farmer
I be chasin' after chicken (21)
Focused on the money
That shit come along with bitches (21)
No love for the opps
They get knocked out their britches (Pussy)
Jump inside the box
Spin the block 'til I'm dizzy (Pussy)
Fat transfer, if you ain't right
I get your titties (Fat)
Fuck me in the car, I'm in a rush
You know I'm busy (21)
Drove out, fuck a superstar and made that
Bitch part of my rollout
Rappin' all that tough shit done
Got his ass hoe'd out
You can't buy no ticket to my
Show 'cause they be sold out
Security wanna search us at the door
When we got poles out (21)
Bad bitch got her ass out
You ain't really, "Gang, gang, " nigga
You a mascot (Pussy)
Check my bank statements, you a pass out
You need people like me to point
And call the bad guy