Yeah yeah gang
Mix the Vlone with the solbiato
Got so much preme that you think I model
Drop the top then we hit the throttle
I catch a flight then I pop a bottle
All you niggas movin suspect
Shawty a bird givin duck-neck
In love with the cash and the rough sex
Way I'm stylin' got you upset
And I need that cash back max that
Never with the chit-chat
Get that flip that ops better ease back
Pose with the kid, 3 where I'm at
Made a couple hundreds off of kodaks
I don't ease up, run my bandz up niggas sus
I got hoes I got hella hoes pass'em when I done, yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, wha
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up
East side nigga with a California flow
Tell these new niggas that they lease up, peace up
Stackin' dollar bills till my wallet overflow
Big time money long, all my niggas on go
Niggas hold tongue, but they talk in the raps
On this side we don't cap for the gram
How you niggas claim fam but ya nigga starving
I don't wanna brag but I'm eatin' good man
On God swear I'm still at large
I been wit the mob
You ain't hard nigga
You ain't hard, get yo paper up
One fifty on the three stripes
Two hundred on my pharrell's
Four hundred on that new designer
One hundred on that new Yeezy
I been swipin' at my leisure
Cop it when I see yuh
Love the way I please her yuh, yuh
All of these girls want a night with the kid
Ain't gotta stunt man it is what it is
Girl I ain't trippin I know that I'm lit
She want a nightcap I gave her sip
Run these bandz up
Niggas wastin' time and its addin' up nigga
She just wanna uh
Make her body quiver when I get between her
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah, whoo
Run it up yeah, wha
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up, run it up yeah
Mix the Vlone with the solbiato
Got so much preme that you think I model
Drop the top then we hit the throttle
I catch a flight then I pop a bottle
All you niggas movin' suspect
Shawty a bird givin' duck-neck
In love with the cash and the rough sex
Way I'm stylin' got you upset
LAIDgang nigga
Alright, run it back
Muhteyoh - RMB (Run It Up) Lyrics
Muhteyoh - RMB (Run It Up) Lyrics
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Yeah yeah gang
Mix the Vlone with the solbiato
Got so much preme that you think I model
Drop the top then we hit the throttle
I catch a flight then I pop a bottle
All you niggas movin suspect
Shawty a bird givin duck-neck
In love with the cash and the rough sex
Way I'm stylin' got you upset
And I need that cash back max that
Never with the chit-chat
Get that flip that ops better ease back
Pose with the kid, 3 where I'm at
Made a couple hundreds off of kodaks
I don't ease up, run my bandz up niggas sus
I got hoes I got hella hoes pass'em when I done, yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, wha
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up
East side nigga with a California flow
Tell these new niggas that they lease up, peace up
Stackin' dollar bills till my wallet overflow
Big time money long, all my niggas on go
Niggas hold tongue, but they talk in the raps
On this side we don't cap for the gram
How you niggas claim fam but ya nigga starving
I don't wanna brag but I'm eatin' good man
On God swear I'm still at large
I been wit the mob
You ain't hard nigga
You ain't hard, get yo paper up
One fifty on the three stripes
Two hundred on my pharrell's
Four hundred on that new designer
One hundred on that new Yeezy
I been swipin' at my leisure
Cop it when I see yuh
Love the way I please her yuh, yuh
All of these girls want a night with the kid
Ain't gotta stunt man it is what it is
Girl I ain't trippin I know that I'm lit
She want a nightcap I gave her sip
Run these bandz up
Niggas wastin' time and its addin' up nigga
She just wanna uh
Make her body quiver when I get between her
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah, whoo
Run it up yeah, wha
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up, run it up yeah
Mix the Vlone with the solbiato
Got so much preme that you think I model
Drop the top then we hit the throttle
I catch a flight then I pop a bottle
All you niggas movin' suspect
Shawty a bird givin' duck-neck
In love with the cash and the rough sex
Way I'm stylin' got you upset
LAIDgang nigga
Alright, run it back
Mix the Vlone with the solbiato
Got so much preme that you think I model
Drop the top then we hit the throttle
I catch a flight then I pop a bottle
All you niggas movin suspect
Shawty a bird givin duck-neck
In love with the cash and the rough sex
Way I'm stylin' got you upset
And I need that cash back max that
Never with the chit-chat
Get that flip that ops better ease back
Pose with the kid, 3 where I'm at
Made a couple hundreds off of kodaks
I don't ease up, run my bandz up niggas sus
I got hoes I got hella hoes pass'em when I done, yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, wha
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, yuh
Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up
East side nigga with a California flow
Tell these new niggas that they lease up, peace up
Stackin' dollar bills till my wallet overflow
Big time money long, all my niggas on go
Niggas hold tongue, but they talk in the raps
On this side we don't cap for the gram
How you niggas claim fam but ya nigga starving
I don't wanna brag but I'm eatin' good man
On God swear I'm still at large
I been wit the mob
You ain't hard nigga
You ain't hard, get yo paper up
One fifty on the three stripes
Two hundred on my pharrell's
Four hundred on that new designer
One hundred on that new Yeezy
I been swipin' at my leisure
Cop it when I see yuh
Love the way I please her yuh, yuh
All of these girls want a night with the kid
Ain't gotta stunt man it is what it is
Girl I ain't trippin I know that I'm lit
She want a nightcap I gave her sip
Run these bandz up
Niggas wastin' time and its addin' up nigga
She just wanna uh
Make her body quiver when I get between her
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah, whoo
Run it up yeah, wha
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up yeah
Run it up, run it up yeah
Mix the Vlone with the solbiato
Got so much preme that you think I model
Drop the top then we hit the throttle
I catch a flight then I pop a bottle
All you niggas movin' suspect
Shawty a bird givin' duck-neck
In love with the cash and the rough sex
Way I'm stylin' got you upset
LAIDgang nigga
Alright, run it back
Writer: lerøy xela, Matthew Bradley, R. Fauntleroy
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