I run it up quick, I run it up fast, these niggas mad
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, these niggas mad
I run it up fast, i run it up quick, these niggas mad
I run it up quick, i run it up fast, now these niggas mad
I get to the bag, these niggas they mad, I get to the bag
I get to the bag, now these niggas mad, I get to the bag
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, I get to the bag
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, now these niggas mad
Chasing checks, chasing paper, you a hater
Step on your neck, wearing all black like Darth Vader
I'm goin' hard, I'm ballin' hard, might hit a fader
Last nigga that play with my top got clipped and hit it with a taper
You know your diamonds ain't hittin' for shit, lil' boy, you a faker
Roman come through, gon' hit all the plays, he feel like a raider
Your hoe tryna copy my bitch, well lil' bitch I made her
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, these niggas mad
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, these niggas mad
I run it up fast, I run it up quick, these niggas mad
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, now these niggas mad
I get to the bag, these niggas, they mad, I get to the bag
I get to the bag, now these niggas mad, I get to the bag
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, I get to the bag
I run it up quick, I run it up fast, now these niggas mad
Chopsticks hit your bitch with a drop kick
She pulled up, gave me two bands, she my top bitch
All this hatin' on Roman, bitch, just stop it
Your boyfriend clothes are stolen, bitch, that's not it