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Run It Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Mylezz & Mikey
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: DeVon Bishop




Mylezz & Mikey - Run It Up Lyrics




Finesse a nigga out his draws
(Trap Shit)
I can ride it with no handle bars
(Bad Bitch)
He throwing bands on a day to day... (Cash Shit)
I'm the Sargent, call me Damon Wayans
(Boss Bitch)
Imma hustla, certified guzzler
On the dick, doing tricks
You talking bands run it up
Credit Cards, run it up
Shopping Sprees, run it up
Private Jets, run it up
You talking bands, run it up

I got niggas, on niggas
You know that's figures on figures
Make em run me a check
Spend it all on my neck
He wanna quick f*ck
Nigga I need them quick bucks
He wanna taste my rainbow
I need gold, for some good luck
He wanna play house, until I said I need that rent money
Reverse all on the dick
Change his mind, he paid that shit for me
Bouiji kinda bitch, my pinky up when I sip
Ass shaking when I walk
Niggas coming out they pockets for a bitch (Finesse these niggas)

Finesse a nigga out his draws
(Trap Shit)
I can ride it with no handle bars
(Bad Bitch)
He throwing bands on a day to day
(Cash Shit)
I'm the Sargent, call me Damon Wayans (Boss Bitch)
Imma hustla, certified guzzler
On the dick, doing tricks, you talking bands run it up
Credit Cards, run it up
Shopping Sprees, run it up
Private Jets, run it up
You talking bands, run it up

Damè dinero papi
Estas calienté papi
You laying paper face down like a photo copy
I be taunting you lil niggas like oroku saki
You saying I'm a gold digger, is that tru? Prolly
I'm all about my bands
I got a nigga who scam
Poke my ass out a little
How's yo attention span
Deposit shit every week
He claiming he want a freak
I told him run me a check
Then I'll get down on my knees

Finesse a nigga out his draws
(Trap Shit)
I can ride it with no handle bars
(Bad Bitch)
He throwing bands on a day to day
(Cash Shit)
I'm the Sargent, call me Damon Wayans (Boss Bitch)
Imma hustla, certified guzzler
On the dick, doing tricks, you talking bands run it up
Credit Cards, run it up
Shopping Sprees, run it up
Private Jets, run it up
You talking bands, run it up nigga
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Finesse a nigga out his draws
(Trap Shit)
I can ride it with no handle bars
(Bad Bitch)
He throwing bands on a day to day... (Cash Shit)
I'm the Sargent, call me Damon Wayans
(Boss Bitch)
Imma hustla, certified guzzler
On the dick, doing tricks
You talking bands run it up
Credit Cards, run it up
Shopping Sprees, run it up
Private Jets, run it up
You talking bands, run it up

I got niggas, on niggas
You know that's figures on figures
Make em run me a check
Spend it all on my neck
He wanna quick f*ck
Nigga I need them quick bucks
He wanna taste my rainbow
I need gold, for some good luck
He wanna play house, until I said I need that rent money
Reverse all on the dick
Change his mind, he paid that shit for me
Bouiji kinda bitch, my pinky up when I sip
Ass shaking when I walk
Niggas coming out they pockets for a bitch (Finesse these niggas)

Finesse a nigga out his draws
(Trap Shit)
I can ride it with no handle bars
(Bad Bitch)
He throwing bands on a day to day
(Cash Shit)
I'm the Sargent, call me Damon Wayans (Boss Bitch)
Imma hustla, certified guzzler
On the dick, doing tricks, you talking bands run it up
Credit Cards, run it up
Shopping Sprees, run it up
Private Jets, run it up
You talking bands, run it up

Damè dinero papi
Estas calienté papi
You laying paper face down like a photo copy
I be taunting you lil niggas like oroku saki
You saying I'm a gold digger, is that tru? Prolly
I'm all about my bands
I got a nigga who scam
Poke my ass out a little
How's yo attention span
Deposit shit every week
He claiming he want a freak
I told him run me a check
Then I'll get down on my knees

Finesse a nigga out his draws
(Trap Shit)
I can ride it with no handle bars
(Bad Bitch)
He throwing bands on a day to day
(Cash Shit)
I'm the Sargent, call me Damon Wayans (Boss Bitch)
Imma hustla, certified guzzler
On the dick, doing tricks, you talking bands run it up
Credit Cards, run it up
Shopping Sprees, run it up
Private Jets, run it up
You talking bands, run it up nigga
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Writer: DeVon Bishop
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