Lyrics

Hook:
I aint listenin 
Aint been trippen 
On no mutha fuckin hater 

Been too busy hard at work getting mutha fuckin paper

They aint 
worry bout me den please dont worry bout me now

Navigation set on win       

Aint no turnin back around

Im finsta RUN IT UP (run it up)

Im finsta (RUN IT UP  (run it up)

Cuz imma 

Bread winnin

Dough spendin

 Go gett

 Blunt hittin 

Slow sippin

Lame ditchin

Winner 

Plottin on a million type nigg

(REPEAT 2X)


Verse 1: 

Im finsta run it up 

Imma do me

Timing couldnt be better

This a new me

Oh she mad huh oh he mad to

What you mad at

Get a bag foo

Im a bread winnin dough spending go gettin nigga!

On a mission city livin fully fitted winner

Plottin on millon so we chillin out in chile

Spotted drinkin henny gettin litty by some titties

I was born to do this like i been here befo

Yea them odds was against me but i walked through the smoke

Yall can have the crumbs but i rather go for the loaf 

Tryna steal the bread you gone get burnt by the toast 
Duh

 


Verse 2

I didnt have to push a line to move around with respect 

I got B's and i got C's behind from different sets

One thing we got in common we dont run from no threat

Next thing we got in common we all run up a check

My niggas 
blunt hittin slow sippin lame ditchin winnas

Chick stealin money getting you up if you with us

We aint chasin dreams bitch we live in it

You gotta understand we from the mud like piglets

Only reason i say WE cuz it take a team to build some shit

If you in my league and on my team guarantee we win

So you can dead the hate

Dead the fake

Yea Im coo 

on that bullshit 

You tryna serve today

Im no fool