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Rome Streetz - Runnin' It Up Lyrics



Rome Streetz - Runnin' It Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring Wavy Da Ghawd ]

(I told you-you)
(What it- w-what it cost)

Ayo, you bums posing like major players is bench warmers
Dirty niggas in designer but that stench on ya ('f*ck outa here)
Piss poor performance got nothing for us (nothin')
That four door Ford turned to a foreign
I bossed up and putting in plenty work
Something I wouldn't call up (nah)
Plenty peers here in this rap sphere, but they all suck (these niggas trash)
At square one, washed up, stupid on stuck
Lately I've been running it up globally, getting bucks (uh-huh)
Got a wanderlust, a one on one like Mr. Wonderful
The Wonder Woman tryna come and f*ck (yah)
Your album cover get blunt ashes, dust to dust
Out to be the black Elon Musk
With a trailer load of dough when the globe in the cobra clutch (money)
I'ma manifest it, Benz invested
Get blammed if you ever bit the hand that fed shit (ba, ba)
Finesse the plan was getting scammed bread off Craigslist

Running it up, you just running your mouth (stupid)
Only thing to talk about is the money amount (money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist (uh-huh)
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick, nigga
Running it up, you just running your mouth (shut the f*ck up)
Only thing to talk about is that money amount (that money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick (uh-huh)

I been Usain Bolting through the shit, I should win a medal (uh-huh)
Been putting niggas in a hole, there's dirt on my shovel (niggas dead)
Evolved from a sneaky nigga making plots to mug you
Masked man behind the muzzle now my music bubble (uh-huh)
I still clicking on you like the seat belt buckle (ba, ba, ba)
If it ain't gang, f*ck you
It's only our streets left me scarred still got teeth marks on my knuckle (mm)
Now I'm hopping out of space shuttles
I been around the world like Puff and Ma$e running up the cake
How I did it left them bums face puzzled
Been selling bundles with the stamps, now it's plenty stamps
On the passport page, I'm doing shit you niggas can't (nah)
I'm high in France, you on Twitter, writing rants
A legend like Jerry Rice, your nose bleeding in the stands
Watching me ball like a fan
Started off with no plan, a gram and a hand full of Xans (I did)
Navigating through the zombie land like The Last of Us (uh-huh)
Narcan resurrect the fiend like Lazarus
He still get high, buy quicker than I can bag it up
Addicted to the bag, the cash give me a massive rush (money)

Running it up, you just running your mouth (stupid)
Only thing to talk about is the money amount (money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist (uh-huh)
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick, nigga
Running it up, you just running your mouth (shut the f*ck up)
Only thing to talk about is that money amount (that money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick (uh-huh)
You know the Steez

(M- Mind on my money)
(With my m-, mind on my money)
(M- Mind on my money)
(M- Money on my mind)
(M- Mind on my money)
(With my m-, mind on my money)
(M- Mind on my money)
(And my m- money on my mind)

(Don't-, don't you try to bullshit me, boy, we all on the hustle)
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(I told you-you)
(What it- w-what it cost)

Ayo, you bums posing like major players is bench warmers
Dirty niggas in designer but that stench on ya ('f*ck outa here)
Piss poor performance got nothing for us (nothin')
That four door Ford turned to a foreign
I bossed up and putting in plenty work
Something I wouldn't call up (nah)
Plenty peers here in this rap sphere, but they all suck (these niggas trash)
At square one, washed up, stupid on stuck
Lately I've been running it up globally, getting bucks (uh-huh)
Got a wanderlust, a one on one like Mr. Wonderful
The Wonder Woman tryna come and f*ck (yah)
Your album cover get blunt ashes, dust to dust
Out to be the black Elon Musk
With a trailer load of dough when the globe in the cobra clutch (money)
I'ma manifest it, Benz invested
Get blammed if you ever bit the hand that fed shit (ba, ba)
Finesse the plan was getting scammed bread off Craigslist

Running it up, you just running your mouth (stupid)
Only thing to talk about is the money amount (money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist (uh-huh)
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick, nigga
Running it up, you just running your mouth (shut the f*ck up)
Only thing to talk about is that money amount (that money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick (uh-huh)

I been Usain Bolting through the shit, I should win a medal (uh-huh)
Been putting niggas in a hole, there's dirt on my shovel (niggas dead)
Evolved from a sneaky nigga making plots to mug you
Masked man behind the muzzle now my music bubble (uh-huh)
I still clicking on you like the seat belt buckle (ba, ba, ba)
If it ain't gang, f*ck you
It's only our streets left me scarred still got teeth marks on my knuckle (mm)
Now I'm hopping out of space shuttles
I been around the world like Puff and Ma$e running up the cake
How I did it left them bums face puzzled
Been selling bundles with the stamps, now it's plenty stamps
On the passport page, I'm doing shit you niggas can't (nah)
I'm high in France, you on Twitter, writing rants
A legend like Jerry Rice, your nose bleeding in the stands
Watching me ball like a fan
Started off with no plan, a gram and a hand full of Xans (I did)
Navigating through the zombie land like The Last of Us (uh-huh)
Narcan resurrect the fiend like Lazarus
He still get high, buy quicker than I can bag it up
Addicted to the bag, the cash give me a massive rush (money)

Running it up, you just running your mouth (stupid)
Only thing to talk about is the money amount (money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist (uh-huh)
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick, nigga
Running it up, you just running your mouth (shut the f*ck up)
Only thing to talk about is that money amount (that money)
That's really it, I been had the whole world in my fist
Playing for the paper, pretty girl on my dick (uh-huh)
You know the Steez

(M- Mind on my money)
(With my m-, mind on my money)
(M- Mind on my money)
(M- Money on my mind)
(M- Mind on my money)
(With my m-, mind on my money)
(M- Mind on my money)
(And my m- money on my mind)

(Don't-, don't you try to bullshit me, boy, we all on the hustle)
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Writer: Jerome Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Rome Streetz
Featuring: Wavy Da Ghawd
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Jerome Allen

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