Run It Up

[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run it up (yeah)
Money on my mind, I ain’t givin’ nothin’ up (never)
Started at the bottom, now I’m really goin’ up
To the top, I can’t be stopped, I just
Run it up, run it up, run it up (let’s go)
Whole team eatin’, I ain’t ever had enough (nah)
Send her out the door, same way that she came
I just want the bag, I ain’t playin’ with these games
[Verse 1]
Woke up broke, that was years ago
Now the phone won’t sleep, that’s a miracle
White tee, black mask, keep it lyrical
Still the same from the block, but imperial
Got the block on fire, I’m a thermostat
Turn one into two, gotta learn the math
I was really in the kitchen tryna burn a path
Now the safe too stuffed, make it hurt to latch
I was broke, stomach ache, had to get it quick
Now I’m countin’ every profit, every little flip
Shorty wanna stay the night, I just get her lit
Then I point her to the door, tell her, “that’s the exit”
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it)
Money on my mind, I ain’t givin’ nothin’ up (never)
Started at the bottom, now I’m really goin’ up
To the top, I can’t be stopped, I just
Run it up, run it up, run it up (woo)
Whole team eatin’, I ain’t ever had enough (nah)
Send her out the door, same way that she came
I just want the bag, I ain’t playin’ with these games
[Verse 2]
Big talk from a small page
I was really in the field, you was all stage
I was movin’ in the night, tryna dodge cage
Now I’m lookin’ at the sky from a tall place
Got the bands in a bundle, rubber wrap tight
Every stain, every risk, that’s a stacked life
Every wrong that I did, made my rap right
Turn the pain into gold, that’s my last fight
She a ten, but the money worth more to me
She be callin’, but the cash sing poetry
If it ain’t about a play, ain’t a word to speak
I’ma chase every bag ‘til the world asleep (yeah)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run it up (hey)
Money on my mind, I ain’t givin’ nothin’ up
Started at the bottom, now I’m really goin’ up
To the top, I can’t be stopped, I just
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it)
Whole team eatin’, I ain’t ever had enough
Send her out the door, same way that she came
I just want the bag, I ain’t playin’ with these games

rap, Hard-hitting trap beat with aggressive 808s, icy synth bells, and dark pads; male vocals in a confident, punchy delivery. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with ad-libs tucked in the sides; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals on the title phrase. Occasional drops for a cappella bar then beat slams back in for maximum impact., hip hop