Run It Up (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Caine)

We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
 Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy
 If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
 If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy
 Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
 Put you in them shoes that you like
 Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy
 We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
 Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy
 If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
 Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy
 Big dog Mozzy, pull up somethin' 'xotic
 Baby know she poppin', she finna pop out and party
 I'm finna bust down the Carti's, no I don't fuck with no Bacardi
 Whole Shooter Gang taught it, niggas hittin' 'tender targets
 I took the hooker bitch to Target, she need vanilla gift card
 She need some more Bitcoin (Like why though?), she been goin' hard (Okay)
 She got her own house and car, she got her own money too
 I ain't the only one shinin', she got a Rollie on too
 I blow forty on the coupe, I got the sauce and the juice
 Prayin' the play fall through, prayin' the play fall through
 I got my name off shootin', you got your name off hoopin'
 She want a thug in her lifestyle, she love the gangbang movement
 I'm with the Gangland bullies, both of my cups on gooey
 This is a cooked blunt doobie, smoke somethin' with me
 Pour up a four of somethin' with me, you know I know them niggas envy
 It ain't a nigga I owe a penny, I will get on him with the blicky
 We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
 Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy
 If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
 If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy
 Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
 Put you in them shoes that you like
 Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy
 We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
 Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy
 If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
 Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy
 Ballin' ain't enough, ayy, pussy ain't enough, ayy
 Haters showin' up, ayy, I don't do the cup, ayy
 I be goin' up, yeah, I be goin' up, uh
 Swervin' all stupid, hey, clear the dash, do it, alright
 Your baby daddy broke, I know he need you, I don't, ayy ayy
 Let me hit that pussy, you can tell him I won't, hey hey
 No it ain't no secret, I get money, I go, ayy ayy
 I might do the 'Rari 'cause the Bentley too slow, hey hey
 This a vibe, this a ride, top miss, bye, ayy
 Rollie shine, hers and I, strike pose, vibe, ayy
 Send a four, give and go, wrist wrist vibe, ayy
 Rich bitch vibe, big bitch vibe
 All this money, don't be actin' all shy
 In Miami goin' hammy like I
 Caught a grammy in them panties like right
 Ain't no ticket on the private jet, fly, yeah
 We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
 Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy
 If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
 If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy
 Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
 Put you in them shoes that you like
 Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy
 We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
 Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy
 If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
 Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy