Run It Up lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro]
(Hold up, Spiffy on this motherf*cker)
You welcome, ha
Nah, for real

[Verse]
All my n*ggas tryna slum, hold my nuts just like a plum
Watch me beat like a drum, rub the pus*y with my thumb
Hit the block and set it off, so Alfredo with the Sauce
Jesus piece and a cross, street exec' like Dolph
Off the rocket for the 'fetti, King Slum my [?]
Ride it better than Andretti, f*ck her 'til we both sweaty
Shawty rockin' Tom Ford, whole squad in one Accord
Count hundreds 'til I'm bored, smoke a blunt at the awards
Rapper weed and a louie, light it up and bump the Fugees
Funny that you thought you knew me, you don't like it, n*gga, sue me
Cheese, eggs with the grapes, turkey bacon with the Juice
Got her whippin' in the kitchen while lil' shawty break loose
Whip, whip work you wrist, I'ma f*ck if you insist
Gas station out of Sprite, dirty in Sierra Mist
Watch it float to the bottom, all my n*ggas from the bottom
You don't really want a problem, love it when the money pilin'
I don't really like rappers, they don't really like me
I can make your b*tch famous, kiss in front of TMZ
Lookin' like my cup of tea, baby, it's just you and me
Shawty say that pus*y locked, well I got the Master Key (Slum, what's up?)
[Outro]
Well I got the master key (Slum)
Well I got the master key (What you tell 'em?)
f*ck around and run it up (Run it up), f*ck around and run it up (Run it up)
f*ck around and run it up (Run it up), f*ck around and run it up, yeah (Ayy)
Turn up, ho
You welcome
Turn up, ho, turn up
f*ck around and run it up, f*ck around and run it up
What up, [?]?
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