ONI INC, D. McKenzie - RUN IT UP lyrics

Fuck you thought this was, nigga pay up
Bitch i'm in my bag like a lay up, uh
Is you really paid or was that made up
Damn yo money faker than some make up, uh
Do my evil laugh to the bank bruh, ha ha ha
Money keep on coming so I save it up, ha ha
Like a wolf, how I creep up on my pray
Uh huh tell my angels and my demons
I'm gon pray for us

Run it up
I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money
Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby
Run it up
Your yearly be my weekly spending money
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up
I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money
Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby
Run it up
Your yearly be my weekly spending money
Always yelling in yo raps that
Your rich so it's funny
I'm on my Jonny Craig shit
Bitch I want your money
Jordan Belfort my accounts I stay goin dumby
Got a Quaalude high whenever i'm with Jack
Hairer, never that target on your back
No I won't pay the price for
What the fuck I want
Call me Ransom Fargo I got the funds
Addicted to ass and glitz
Touring signing tit's fat dabs off my rig
God reception every gig

Yeah all this green it got you jaded
See the envy on y'all face
You sippin on that hateration but don't
Like the way it taste
Give a fuck about yo problems
Nigga run yo fuckin race
If you just go fuckin get it
Everything gon be straight

Run it up
I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money
Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby
Run it up
Your yearly be my weekly spending money
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up
I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money
Run it up a chef wit the torch goin dumby
Run it up
Your yearly be my weekly spending money

Always yelling in yo raps that
Your rich so it's funny