I Run This

I run this bitch [Chorus] And I'm a keep runnin' I'm a keep runnin' but I'm never runnin' outta money I'm a dog I'ma stunt If I don't do nothin' And my car so pretty all these hoes wan fuck it I got pussy wet paint Big boy shoes Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom I gotta black ass gun And a bad yello' bitch And it looks like I'm a die like this Cause we be stunin' on these bitches Get money on these bitches Two hundred and fifty dollars on the wrist nigga we be the illest We be the realist C-M-B nigga Uptown soldier with the money to the ceilin' Shinin' like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon Birds on the wire one hundred deep and we chillin' Finga' on the trigga', thats the uptown livin' High to the sky no dobbin for fishes Hustlin', doin' donuts in the lam Candy on the slam Fifty on the av One hundred at the crib Get it how you live Stuntin" on these bitches red diamonds how I feel I run this bitch [Chorus] I'm a uptown solider Know how I roll her Money go get her, mob all over Hustlin' with the birds, go and take it off his shoulder Grinding with the homies, got the game out the nose One hundred gs wrap, hood with a strap Blowin' on the dojo, nigga stuntin' in a 'lac Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack Bought a brand new range, and a brand new 'bac Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back Brand new truck, a brand new bike A brand new house, a brand new sight A brand new bitch with a hood rich life I run this bitch [Chorus] I run this shit [Chorus]