[Intro: Relly Cole]
Fuck around and run it up
Fuck around and run it up
Fuck the drama run it up

[Chorus: Relly Cole]
Fuck around and run it up, fuck the drama run it up
Ain't bout money then it's nothin', ain't turn nothin' in to somethin'
Pickin' fights lil n***a, want the hype lil n***a
I don't fight lil n***a, I don't like lil n***as
Good advice lil n***a, leave your life lil n***a
You can go tonight lil n***a, for a fuckin' stripe lil n***a
You tryna impress the bitches, you don't know what you gon get in
Lil bitch that's checkin' in kicked it, crunch time bitch we get the business

[Verse 1: Relly Cole]
And if you ever see me runnin', bitch
I'm runnin' with a bag lil n***a
Dressed up all black, who did it
Make sure that bag can flip it
Stack up till that bag start rippin'
N***as talkin' bout bread he ain't trippin'
Facebook beef his friend a visit
Real shit, Ima handle my business

[Chorus: Relly Cole]
Fuck around and run it up, fuck the drama run it up
Ain't bout money then it's nothin', ain't turn nothin' in to somethin'
Pickin' fights lil n***a, want the hype lil n***a
I don't fight lil n***a, I don't like lil n***as
Good advice lil n***a, leave your life lil n***a
You can go tonight lil n***a, for a fuckin' stripe lil n***a
You tryna impress the bitches, you don't know what you gon get in
Lil bitch that's checkin' in kicked it, crunch time bitch we get the business

[Verse 2: Chino LaMud]
Money is more than a definite
Better not get caught in the mufuckin' defecit
The money ain't run and it's evident
Why you gon chase after all these dead presidents
LaMuddy a mufuckin' settlement
Tryna T up watch who you in the kettle with
I'm feelin' dead off the medicine
Life is a trip I learned right when I fell in it
Fire and the lean, fuck a bitch I'd rather pop a bean
I seen n***as die for B's and C's
Firearms a demon centipede
On the L I'm fresh as listerine
No pepper, but this money mean for me
All the n***as ever sent for me, either dead or probably bout to be
Got three-eight and I'm dumpin'
Jump jack in my land and I'm splittin' your pumpkin
Want bread and the chicken we takin' your dumplings
Two fucks bout a bitch who don't [?] my hustle
Ridin' with a pistol case a n***a try some'n
I die with a pistol case a n***a try some'n
We be in the cuts like a fuckin' line up
And we all tryna ball like a fuckin' lineup

[Chorus: Relly Cole]
Fuck around and run it up, fuck the drama run it up
Ain't bout money then it's nothin', ain't turn nothin' in to somethin'
Pickin' fights lil n***a, want the hype lil n***a
I don't fight lil n***a, I don't like lil n***as
Good advice lil n***a, leave your life lil n***a
You can go tonight lil n***a, for a fuckin' stripe lil n***a
You tryna impress the bitches, you don't know what you gon get in
Lil bitch that's checkin' in kicked it, crunch time bitch we get the business