Caine - Run It Up lyrics

We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy Put you in them shoes that you like Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy [Verse 1: Mozzy] Big dog Mozzy, pull up somethin' 'xotic Baby know she poppin', she finna pop out and party I'm finna bust down the Carti's, no I don't f** with no Bacardi Whole Shooter Gang taught it, n***as hittin' 'tended targets I took the hooker b**h to Target, she need vanilla gift card She need some more Bitcoin (Like why though?), she been goin' hard (Okay) She got her own house and car, she got her own money too I blow forty on the coupe, I got the sauce and the juice Prayin' the play fall through, prayin' the play fall through I got my name off shootin', you got your name off hoopin' She want a thug in her lifestyle, she love the g**n movement I'm with the Gangland bullies, both of my cups on gooey This is a cooked blunt doobie, smoke somethin' with me Pour up a four of somethin' with me, you know I know them n***as envy It ain't a n***a I owe a penny, I will get on him with the blicky [Chorus: Caine] We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy Put you in them shoes that you like Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Ballin' ain't enough, ayy, p**y ain't enough, ayy Haters showin' up, ayy, I don't do the cup, ayy I be goin' up, yeah, I be goin' up, uh Swervin' all stupid, hey, clear the dash, do it, alright Your baby daddy broke, I know he need you, I don't, ayy ayy Let me hit that p**y, you can tell him I won't, hey hey No it ain't no secret, I get money, I go, ayy ayy I might do the 'Rari 'cause the Bentley too slow, hey hey This a vibe, this a ride, top miss, bye, ayy Rollie shine, hers and I, strike pose, vibe, ayy Send a four, give and go, wrist wrist vibe, ayy Rich b**h vibe, big b**h vibe All this money, don't be actin' all shy In Miami goin' hammy like I Caught a grammy in them panties like right Ain't no ticket on the private jet, fly, yeah [Chorus: Caine] We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy Put you in them shoes that you like Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy