Lil Uzi Vert - Run Up lyrics

[Intro] Let me catch myself Yeah yeah yeah I’m high as hell I’m high as f** Lil uzi lil uzi Woo [Hook] Lil Uzi be stacking his money, til that money cannot stack I get that money that money yeah Count up then run up a rack Run up boy run up these racks .223 right through these rats Ballin’ in New York in [?] And you still shoppin’ at Saks (why) Me and your b**h we had s**, then I turned her over Me and your b**h we relax, just chill yeah Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) yuh Beatin’ you out like I’m Jackson [Verse 1] Yuh, servin’, all of these motherf**in’ zombies They all on the line Makin’ the money n***a I’m the man Chain and the diamonds, the different colors It lookin’ like that b**h go Toucan Sam Okay I’m chillin, the b**hes on me and I feel like a villain I’m poppin a xan, xanny, I’m zany I got your b**h on me She don’t wear no panties She just wanna f** me just wanna s** it She just sit on the dick I’m so uncomfortable I been gettin’ all this money its ugly I get the paper, these n***as be hatin’ they b**hes on me And she might start percolatin’ Let me check your credentials The Rollie presidential Look at the watch and that b**h a big face I’m smokin’ on strong and you smokin’ on shake I am a star like the top of my wrist I am a big fan of the um machine because I like the Rick Owens they hold the case Rocking a big mask I won’t get ebola Mixing in Actavis with the cream soda Pushing the Raf throw it off like a floater Walking in with suit Goyard briefcase [Hook] Lil Uzi be stacking his money, til that money cannot stack I get that money that money yeah Count up then run up a rack Run up boy run up these racks .223 right through these rats Ballin’ in New York in [?] And you still shoppin’ at Saks (why) Me and your b**h we had s**, then I turned her over Me and your b**h we relax, just chill Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) Beatin’ you up like I’m Jackson [Verse 2] Nine millimeter, put her on [?] Size of a pepperoni on a medium pizza I am a creature Chop up and sell all the product to you You think I is a boss I just been gettin’ all that money, n***as be talkin’ How much do that new sh** uh cost I said these n***as be shoppin’ they really not shoppin’ They gettin’ they clothes right from Ross All of these diamonds are blessings My teeth VVS’s, I swear to god I only talk Some of my n***as they blood and they crippin’ Feel like I’m Mr Cool its not my fault Put on my necklace my bracelet I swear I’m not basic I shine in the dark n***as know that my time comin’ I swear that I’m bubblin’ like when snail hit the salt Me and my old b**h we fell a part Found a new b**h made her play her part Racin’ this Rari like Mario cart My diamonds yellow it lookin’ like Voss Straight to the ceiling I swear that I’m pimpin’ Whippin’ Bentley, puttin’ them scrimps in [Hook] Lil Uzi be stacking his money, til that money cannot stack I get that money that money yeah Count up then run up a rack Run up boy run up these racks .223 right through these rats Ballin’ in New York in [?] And you still shoppin’ at Saks (why) Me and your b**h we had s**, then I turned her over Me and your b**h we relax, just chill Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) Beatin’ you up like I’m Jackson