Reb Creezy - Get It N Go

Tryna double up these digits
Tryna get it go
Stack this money, fuk these dummies
I'ma get to this dough
Run it up
Ain't no runner up
Ya know it for sho
10 toes I'm stand up
But this ain't no joke
Tryna double up these digits
Tryna get it go
Stack this money, fuk these dummies
I'ma get to this dough
Run it up
Ain't no runner up
Ya know it for sho
10 toes I'm stand up
But this ain't no joke
I just ran up that bag
I got that new chanel
Run this bitch like a track
Im the winner
Ring the bell
I feel like the devil's father
The way that im raising hell
Man these niggas old nigga
Man these niggas is stale
Got that pack in the mail
Buss down then I win
Niggas hate they ain't in
Outside looking in
Had to pray for my sins
I been killing lately
All I see is these bags
Like fuk that ass baby
I need cash baby
Bring a duffle with ya
Fuk them niggas too
Don't need no trouble with ya
I don't fuk with swishers
Love my dutches
My niggas clutching
Fuk with me it's trouble yeah yeah yeah
Tryna double up these digits
Tryna get it go
Stack this money, fuk these dummies
I'ma get to this dough
Run it up
Ain't no runner up
Ya know it for sho
10 toes I'm stand up
But this ain't no joke
Tryna double up these digits
Tryna get it go
Stack this money, fuk these dummies
I'ma get to this dough
Run it up
Ain't no runner up
Ya know it for sho
10 toes I'm stand up
But this ain't no joke

Written by:
Maqrues Parnell

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