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Description
Producer: London On Da Track
Producer: Quin with the Keys
Producer: Ayo Peeb
Recording Engineer: JRich ENT.
Mixing Engineer: Aresh Banaji
Additional Mixing Engineer: Drew Sliger
Additional Mixing Engineer: Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Rapvocalist: Offset
Rapvocalist: Key Glock
A& R: Jerel “Rel” Nance
A& R: Ian Holder
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
Composer Lyricist: Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Composer Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer Lyricist: London Holmes
Composer Lyricist: Gray Quintin Luvon
Composer Lyricist: Mateen Kyle Niknam
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Run it up, run it up -We got London on the track
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up , run it up Run it up , run it up Run it up
You ain't got enough I just fucked my bitch on Sunday You ain't havin' motion, you ain't got money I had to take me a trip out to London Gun go pow, niggas start runnin' Fuckin' this bitch so good, she hummin' Shout out to Andre, payin' my homage Broke niggas make me sick to my stomach Ugh, puke, I'm 'bout to vomit
Lame-ass nigga, she fuckin' the plumber I like to ball, don't got a jumper Make one call, pull up with thumpers PS2, ready to rumble Pull out the fire like a cookie, he crumble If you go broke, then that shit make you humble Thought I would fall, but
I put up them numbers Look at my dog, he a demon, got summons My bitch bangin' blood, she more gangster than you Give her one K when my kid lose a tooth
Mathematically, I'm doin' better than you I pull up, bad bitch spend the money, she cute My bitch bangin' blood, she more gangster than you Give her one K when my kid lose a tooth Give me my payment, it's printed in blue Paintin' your city in red like Su Wu I come to bring all the pain in this bitch Fuck from the back, say my name in this bitch Walk in this bitch with no chain 'cause I'm rich Walk in the bank, numbers big, it's a glitch Give her a chain when I'm fuckin' a bitch Paid in full, nigga, I be thinkin' like Mitch Yellow gold Rollie, a bottle of Cris' Pull out an M since you hollerin' you rich We havin' motion like the ocean I can't go in her raw, wear the Trojan Chuck E. Cheese in this bitch, where your tokens?
Fuck my bitch when she leave out of yoga Hit a three in your face from the logo Come and bounce on this dick like it's pogo This a Porsche, it's electric, it's robo We go sit down and eat up in Nobo I mean Nobu You can't beat me, boy, I think I'm Goku
If you try me, boy, wait, I'ma hold you Man, that Glock with that switch, that's my go-to You my brother, but now I don't know you Yeah, my bitch like the sushi and tofu I don't know what them niggas done told you I'm the one, not the two, that's the old you
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up Run it up , run it up Run it up , run it up
Run it up
You ain't got enough If I don't do nothin', I'ma run it up I put money up a hoes no matter what You think gang got it on me, you dumb as fuck Glizock be the name, come test your luck Ballin' hard, lookin' like I hit the Mega Bucks Dawg said go get the money, that's a must I'm a cutthroat nigga, don't believe in trust I got married to money, started with a crush Big rich nigga, my pocket stuffed
Yeah, bitch, I'm loaded, baked potato Penny yellow diamonds like Now and Laters
Self-made nigga, no time for favors EBK, no time for playin'
With nobody Ten toes down, no cosign I get shit done in no time Hold up, hold up, hold up Money on my line Yeah, and money on my mind Eight-figure nigga ride with a.
45 Young nigga plugged in, jump drive I don't wanna hear about it, go slide I don't wanna hear about such and such or fuck nigga
Just run it up , run it up
Run it up , run it up
Run it up , run it up Run it up , run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up
You ain't got enough, run it up
Really, really, really London Really, really, really London
Really, really, really London
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