Nasty C - Run It Lyrics

Since I was a youngin', youngin'
I've been hitting buckets, buckets
Now I'm grown and stuntin', stuntin' (stuntin')
I don't wan't for nothing, nothing
I gave her a Birkin, she was buzzing
She was on her stomach, buzzin'
Do you wanna suck it, suck it?
I can steal your heart and that pussy
Baby run it, run it run it (Run it run it) (youngin')
High high (High, high) (Youngin')
Run it run it (Run it run it) (youngin')
High high (High, high) (Youngin')
Run it run it

I came in the game with nothin' to lose
I gave it my all, I got somethin' to prove
I started with nothin', they trippin' on me
Now I'm telling these niggas "Don't step on my shoes"
I'm Jay to the H to the double O D, I got demons in me and I'm stepping on booth
Had to drop out of my college and when I did all these niggas said that I was a fool
Look what I had to go through to get myself into this industry shit
Posted these videos, hopping on Twitter and hoping that I never suck on a dick
Now I got niggas who hittin' me up and they telling me "don't forget me when you're rich"
How can I forget you my nigga, you showed me respect, I'll be paying your rent
Double OG man I'm never gon' switch up on none of my niggas, I'm here til the end
Even though mama had told me to focus getting this money, not getting a friend
I was a young nigga going though poverty, I just wanna make my family proud of me
Had to be better than only a prodigy
I don't owe anybody an apology nigga

Since I was a youngin', youngin'
I've been hitting buckets, buckets
Now I'm grown and stuntin', stuntin' (stuntin')
I don't wan't for nothing, nothing
I gave her a Birkin, she was buzzing
She was on her stomach, buzzin'
Do you wanna suck it, suck it?
I can steal your heart and that pussy
Baby run it, run it run it (Run it run it) (youngin')
High high (High, high) (Youngin')
Run it run it (Run it run it) (youngin')
High high (High, high) (Youngin')
Run it run it

Been (getting' it), (getting') gettin' it, since a young man (Young)
We getting' dumb money (money), since a dumb man
Don't be with it, money will leave
Now we getting' it, now we drippin'
I see they mad for nothing
I see the bag is coming
I see they mad because, I'm not a fan of sucker
I see they liking your comments, got you so mad by the commas
You see I'm dripping, and with the fishes, look at the gourmet
You see I'm litty, I need a audience, just to feel important
Make that bag enormous, my bitch bag lookin' gorgeous
I'm in a Civic, then a foreign
Now I smell of money, that's a Dior

Since I was a youngin', youngin'
I've been hitting buckets, buckets
Now I'm grown and stuntin', stuntin' (stuntin')
I don't wan't for nothing, nothing
I gave her a Birkin, she was buzzing
She was on her stomach, buzzin'
Do you wanna suck it, suck it?
I can steal your heart and that pussy
Baby run it, run it run it (Run it run it) (youngin')
High high (High, high) (Youngin')
Run it run it (Run it run it) (youngin')
High high (High, high) (Youngin')
Run it run it