Song parody of
Running Up
by Big Tim the Glider
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Money on my mind that's what I thought
I been laying low and chasing guap
Running up a check ain't chasing thots
Running up a bag when I shop
Nike boxes in my crib like I got stock
Only fucking with the gang niggas hot
Keep it at 20, 50, 100
It ain't really makin' sense if you ain't talking bout no fuckin' money
Still roll em fatter than my finger
I'm from PG where they bring up the hustlas and the bangers
Talk about the fly niggas, gotta bring my name up
Wind sprinting to the paper niggas still pacing
Why the fuck you waiting?
Rather see me at the table taking orders waiting
Or in my mother's basement
See the blue in they faces everytime I touch a statement
Niggas don't wanna see me up
Man they'd rather see me smoked
I'm talkin' up in it
Break a nigga down, roll a blunt with me
Shit ain't bout nothing I ain't stuntin
Lil' hoe, wanna go
I ain't cuffin' this D-Generation X
Bitch, suck a dick
Shit, what the fuck is this?
Heard they trying snake me off some sucker shit
Knock me off they bucket list
I be in the front, I ain't duckin upping other shit
This that Glide brother from another mother shit
Level up a bit
Money on my mind what I thought
I been laying low and chasing guap
Running up a check ain't chasing thots
Running up a bag when I shop
Nike boxes in my crib like I got stock
Only fucking with the gang niggas hot
Keep it at 20, 50, 100
You ain't really makin' sense if you ain't talking bout no fuckin' money
Money on my mind that's what I thought
I been laying low and chasing guap
Running up a check ain't chasing thots
Running up a bag when I shop
Nike boxes in my crib like I got stock
Only fucking with the gang niggas hot
Keep it at 20, 50, 100
It ain't really makin' sense if you ain't talking bout no fuckin' money
Still roll em fatter than my finger
I'm from PG where they bring up the hustlas and the bangers
Talk about the fly niggas, gotta bring my name up
Wind sprinting to the paper niggas still pacing
Why the fuck you waiting?
Rather see me at the table taking orders waiting
Or in my mother's basement
See the blue in they faces everytime I touch a statement
Niggas don't wanna see me up
Man they'd rather see me smoked
I'm talkin' up in it
Break a nigga down, roll a blunt with me
Shit ain't bout nothing I ain't stuntin
Lil' hoe, wanna go
I ain't cuffin' this D-Generation X
Bitch, suck a dick
Shit, what the fuck is this?
Heard they trying snake me off some sucker shit
Knock me off they bucket list
I be in the front, I ain't duckin upping other shit
This that Glide brother from another mother shit
Level up a bit
Money on my mind what I thought
I been laying low and chasing guap
Running up a check ain't chasing thots
Running up a bag when I shop
Nike boxes in my crib like I got stock
Only fucking with the gang niggas hot
Keep it at 20, 50, 100
You ain't really makin' sense if you ain't talking bout no fuckin' money