Set It Up
Trina, Kamaiyah
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You ain't finna have me sitting' around stressin, bitch (DJ Banks) (Oh my God, Kenny) Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch, who the f*ck you disrespecting? Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Ay, that lil' bitch that you've been with Is the one you that's setting you up and letting me know just what your pin is And since it's your card that I'm spending I'ma run it up, nigga, these cards ain't got no limit Bought a bracelet tennis, VVS's in it Since I got your shit I'ma keep running up those digits You think it's a game and you can f*ck wit other bitches Ya aight, nigga, your windows get to fixing My mama told me never let a nigga make you fold Not a lie was told, all your game exposed Boy you think you can play me like I'm one of these lil' hoes I'm a big ass boss, standin' tall up on ten toes Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch, who the f*ck you disrespecting? Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows He got four or five hoes Takin' bitches out, gotta buy 'em new clothes Valet parking, open up suicide doors Private mansions tucked off up in the Poconos Shit, I'm blowing up the Rolls I'm mad 'Cause I ain't a bitch to share no bag And I ain't the kind of bitch you could drag And I put that on my flag You f*ck ass nigga I'll piss in your mouth, you lil' f*ck boy Disrespect a bad bitch, you get checked, boy And don't you ever play games with my check, boy 'Cause I'm the queen of the board I checkmate, boy (Trina) Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch, who the f*ck you disrespecting? Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows
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Written by: Katrina Laverne Taylor, Kamaiyah Jamesha Johnson
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