[Intro: Relly Cole]
f*ck around and run it up
f*ck around and run it up
f*ck the drama run it up
[Chorus: Relly Cole]
f*ck around and run it up, f*ck the drama run it up
Ain't bout money then it's nothin', ain't turn nothin' in to somethin'
Pickin' fights lil n*gga, want the hype lil n*gga
I don't fight lil n*gga, I don't like lil n*ggas
Good advice lil n*gga, leave your life lil n*gga
You can go tonight lil n*gga, for a f*ckin' stripe lil n*gga
You tryna impress the b*tches, you don't know what you gon get in
Lil b*tch that's checkin' in kicked it, crunch time b*tch we get the business
[Verse 1: Relly Cole]
And if you ever see me runnin', b*tch
I'm runnin' with a bag lil n*gga
Dressed up all black, who did it
Make sure that bag can flip it
Stack up till that bag start rippin'
n*ggas talkin' bout bread he ain't trippin'
Facebook beef his friend a visit
Real sh*t, Ima handle my business
[Chorus: Relly Cole]
f*ck around and run it up, f*ck the drama run it up
Ain't bout money then it's nothin', ain't turn nothin' in to somethin'
Pickin' fights lil n*gga, want the hype lil n*gga
I don't fight lil n*gga, I don't like lil n*ggas
Good advice lil n*gga, leave your life lil n*gga
You can go tonight lil n*gga, for a f*ckin' stripe lil n*gga
You tryna impress the b*tches, you don't know what you gon get in
Lil b*tch that's checkin' in kicked it, crunch time b*tch we get the business
[Verse 2: Chino LaMud]
Money is more than a definite
Better not get caught in the muf*ckin' defecit
The money ain't run and it's evident
Why you gon chase after all these dead presidents
LaMuddy a muf*ckin' settlement
Tryna T up watch who you in the kettle with
I'm feelin' dead off the medicine
Life is a trip I learned right when I fell in it
Fire and the lean, f*ck a b*tch I'd rather pop a bean
I seen n*ggas die for B's and C's
Firearms a demon centipede
On the L I'm fresh as listerine
No pepper, but this money mean for me
All the n*ggas ever sent for me, either dead or probably bout to be
Got three-eight and I'm dumpin'
Jump jack in my land and I'm splittin' your pumpkin
Want bread and the chicken we takin' your dumplings
Two f*cks bout a b*tch who don't [?] my hustle
Ridin' with a pistol case a n*gga try some'n
I die with a pistol case a n*gga try some'n
We be in the cuts like a f*ckin' line up
And we all tryna ball like a f*ckin' lineup
[Chorus: Relly Cole]
f*ck around and run it up, f*ck the drama run it up
Ain't bout money then it's nothin', ain't turn nothin' in to somethin'
Pickin' fights lil n*gga, want the hype lil n*gga
I don't fight lil n*gga, I don't like lil n*ggas
Good advice lil n*gga, leave your life lil n*gga
You can go tonight lil n*gga, for a f*ckin' stripe lil n*gga
You tryna impress the b*tches, you don't know what you gon get in
Lil b*tch that's checkin' in kicked it, crunch time b*tch we get the business