Run It Up (feat. Klassick HiFi)

You wanna run it up Don't want no love and you don't want no corny stuff You just want that paper, yeah you wanna run it up You got what they need so they fean for your tender touch They don't know That you just wanna Ain't no love on these ends Home all week prepping for your weekend Clothes on fleek so you 'bout to kill and They on you like "Jeeze" You a G with real ends I'm sorry I never knew you were exotic That melanin make you look polished That black girl glow got them wilding Dropping jaws, making homies stand up when you smiling Mini twerk when you walk through That come natural Nobody taught you Them short dresses got them feeling like they want to Pay upfront for your love but can't afford you Now you got them popping bottles to impress But they can't holler to undress Cuz ain't no dollar for this dress (Huh) You could be a model in the press But you got problems with the rent So you modelling for sex (Damn) They say love don't pay bills So you playing them first and fifteenth Yeah, you live for the thrill So you live on the edge but don't peak Yeah, you know you attractive And you know that your name in these streets But they still got to have it So you do what you do just so you could Run it up You don't want no love and you don't want that corny stuff You just want that paper Yeah, you wanna run it up You got what they need so they fean for your tender touch They don't know That you just wanna run it up Ain't no love and you know that's true Love ain't attractive, can't pay for food You got a habit of flirting Your crib needs new curtains And you got the perfect dude Make him feel like he getting in He don't know that he'll never win He don't know what he'll never know He just think that you feeling him Nice hair and nice teeth and nice feet You look good, you look clean, you look neat You got guys that got wives, that wanna cheat You got lives you ruining, that don't come cheap That money talks and you listen every time it speaks You got to have it You got a habit Now you the fean Nice girls ain't bad enough so you stick to mean You got the car You got the purse Let him keep the ring They say love don't pay bills So you playing them first and fifteenth Yeah, you live for the thrill So you live on the edge but don't peak Yeah, you know you attractive And you know that your name in these streets But they still got to have it So you do what you do just so you could Run it up You don't want no love and you don't want that corny stuff You just want that paper Yeah, you wanna run it up You got what they need so they fean for your tender touch They don't know That you just wanna run it up You don't love all these niggas You just playing these niggas Yeah, you hate on these niggas Cuz you know you a winner You don't care 'bout these niggas