Jazzland

Lil' bitch, I'm comin', run it up, eh Lil' bitch, I'm comin', run it up, eh Lil' bitch, I'm comin', run it up, yeah Lil' bitch, I'm comin', walk, walk Run it up, run it up I'm outchea tryna get my money up, money up You with that actin' on that funny stuff, funny stuff I hit a lick, and then I run it up, run it up Take another, need another How you feel, how you feel I'm on a broken seal, broken heart Motherfuck what's real Hundred bills, money counter spill I can never chill in the field 'bout touch a mill Motherfuck a deal, I'ma need more Please hoe, tell me what it is I'ma keep low, streets know, who the fuck I am? Feel like Deebo, smoke whole bricks to the head I'm a vet with the TEC, fuck a bitch and her friends Gettin' rich, no advance Choppa sing, bitches dance in the hood with a pass I don't think you could last and my stash like whoa Still dip up in that bag, but I'm past that Never pass that, whoa, whoa Run it up, run it up I'm outchea tryna get my money up, money up You with that actin' on that funny stuff, funny stuff I hit a lick, and then I run it up, run it up Take another, need another I just, I just wanna live again you know I wanna feel alive one more time Before the inevitable Ay, ay, come to the slaughter Takin' your main and fuckin' your daughter Sippin' the techy, no water Shippin' the birds up over the border I need an eight of the oil Sippin' that errl, sippin' that errl I'm in this bitch, workin', smokin' purple urkle to the dome Four-five hittin' off my side, gone and act up Big talk, big talkin', heard you ain't got none Hit you from the back side, rip up your front like, yeah I got wings outchea, pop a wing, no fear They don't feel how I feel They can't live how I live I'ma dip on you hoes, big grip on the sig' Big money tryna get all y'all fakin' counterfeit like, whoa Run it up, run it up I'm outchea tryna get my money up, money up You with that actin' on that funny stuff, funny stuff I hit a lick, and then I run it up, run it up Take another, need another