BurrLin - Run It Up (feat. Don 116) Lyrics

I'm running it up
I bet on myself
I'm doubling up
I'm chasing my dreams
I'm testing my luck
It's about to takeoff
You coming or what?
Is you coming or what?
You f*ck with my money
I'm f*cking you up
Cuz I'm young and I'm black and I don't give a f*ck!
Young Dez & Young Don
We running shit up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
You making some money then run it up
We bout to go shopping & run it up
We popping some bottles & run it up
My bank account on the up & up!
Run it up
Run it up
I Run it up just like a track meet
Ball on niggas like an athlete
Homie my swag is invented
I'll make sure the label run up my percentage
I copped a new truck - just for the back seat
Still call a Uber & put you in a taxi
Running my marathon you cannot past me
Wavy like Max B
Questions don't ask me
Bout how money is printed
Issey Miyake my shirt be all scented
Black out the windows my truck be all tinted
Young & I'm Black & I'm Gifted
Spirits uplifted
Finally found out my purpose
Run up a check for this music
Bet on myself, knowing that it'll be worth it
I'm out of my Birkin
Seeking abundance for frivolous purchase
Cuz money they worship
So I lay the foundation for entrepreneurship
& one thing for certain I'm bubbling up
I bet on myself & I'm doubling up
They streaming the music, they shopping the brand, & they copping the merch
Imma run this shit up!
Burr!
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
You making some money then run it up
We bout to go shopping & run it up
We popping some bottles & run it up
My bank account on the up & up!
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
You making some money then run it up
We bout to go shopping & run it up
We popping some bottles & run it up
My bank account on the up & up!
Me and Dez we be running it up
Run down got the gun in the cut
We run up the cash
It's coming in fast
Got bread in the stash
We counting it up
The money keep flowing we ain't gonna quit
I guess that's the reason I'm taking ya bitch
Bought her a bag
She drove in a jag
I'm popping these tags
She think that I'm rich
Move around like a nigga sell bricks
It's no lays when I talk about chips
My money matured I wanna invest
I'm thinking of ways to run up these checks
I'm tryna get paid and stunt on my ex
I'm lifting these bands
Just look at my hands
I'll show you some ways you niggas could flex
I'm tryna get property
Playing monopoly
Nothing that's stopping me
Get out the way
No hand outs nigga get out my face
I'm telling you ways to put shit in place
Don bitch that's one hell of a price
Getting this cheddar we getting this dough
Just add in the sauce & you got you a slice
We rolling the dice
Just gave you advice
Now run it up twice
& say that I'm nice!
Don!
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
You making some money then run it up
We bout to go shopping & run it up
We popping some bottles & run it up
My bank account on the up & up!
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
You making some money then run it up
We bout to go shopping & run it up
We popping some bottles & run it up
My bank account on the up & up!