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Sosa G K.O.T.M

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Yeah

They wanna play me like a fiddle, man
All plugs, no middleman
Outta pocket, I'ma get it in
Multiplyin' my dividends
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Tryna own me a brinks truck
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Real money gon' link up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
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Run it up, run it up, run it up (Sosa G K.O.T.M nigga)
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up

Tryna own me a brinks truck
Money is all I think of
Niggas hating we ain't link up
Nigga, you know why we can't bruh
I can not f*ck with your ass
If you not all about cash
I'm all for go for that bag
That mean I'm all on your ass
If owe anything back
Only my downfall they wishin
Niggas be mad that you get it
Shit is just sad and ridiculous
Run up a bag of them digits
All of this cash is sufficient
I done got it now I walk with the bag on me
Money talk, this the swag on me
Run it up, take a lap on em'
Why you hatin'? You so mad, homie
Beast mode when it come to the money
Marshawn Lynch, stubborn but hungry
Mama said you come in lonely
Watch the snakes, rats, and niggas who phony
Strong survives, so don't be weak on em'
No sleep, team no Z's on em'
Talk beef, we put heat on em'
Slice his onion, we put cheese on em'
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuckin' my funds up, I shoot Kerry Kittles
It's nothin', bruh, I get you really done up
I got gifts for you bitch merry Christmas
You talkin' that tough shit, I know that you bussin'
You niggas is softer than tissue
I'm all about money, you niggas is nothin
I know that this shit ain't no issue (Yeah)

They wanna play me like a fiddle, man
All plugs, no middleman
Outta pocket, I'ma get it in
Multiplyin' my dividends
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Tryna own me a brinks truck
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Real money gon' link up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
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I'ma get money, nigga
Got youngins that get money with it
Yams sweet, make niggas get silly
That boy had them all illy
Lingo got niggas like, really
Tryna run it back up to a milli
Heart cold, ain't got no feelings
Smart hoes make dumb decisions
Man, I'm in love with the digits
I'll bust a slug for them digits
I done sold drugs for them digits
Never fold up for them digits
Your life a dub for them digits
That means for the right price
Lil' nigga have a nice night
And I ain't talkin' delta airlines
When I say we take flight
We don't do no race, lil' nigga
F*ck a court case, lil' nigga
Middle finger to them jakes, lil' nigga
Rats die by them snakes, lil' nigga
Then I hit him with the hawk
By then, we flew off
I ain't afford no loss
Nobody's gettin' caught
All my dogs be raw
Gotta get y'all off
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Play with my money, you know that we gun you up
You know that we comin', bruh
Know that it's nothin
We shootin' at least a hundred plus
These niggas be frontin', they don't want no money
These niggas, they really ain't comin' up
Think Paul Bunyan and I'm choppin' and huntin
Bitch, I'm a giant, no runnin' up

They wanna play me like a fiddle, man
All plugs, no middleman
Outta pocket, I'ma get it in
Multiplyin' my dividends
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Tryna own me a brinks truck
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Real money gon' link 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, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
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Run it up, run it up, run it up

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