Run (feat. BIA, Tyga, 21 Savage) lyrics

• Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Spend it 'cause I'm up, n****, and what?

  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us

  Whole lotta bands in my left hand
  The pistol got a drum, I'm the band man
  Whole lotta drink in my right hand
  Long live slim 400, the hype man

  She know I got paper, she want to get her issue
  Over a bitch, never act sentimental
  Drop top coupe, this is not a rental
  Pull up F8 Ferrari, fuck with they mental

  Gentle as you open the door
  Threw a hundred in the club, put this shit on Forbes
  Beef in the streets come with these whores
  The pussy so good it be starting wars

  Oh, oh-oh man, oh damn
  In Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam
  I'm trynna run the bag up, she want to slow dance
  I'm trynna toot it and boot it, she want to romance

  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Spend it 'cause I'm up, n****, and what?

  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us

  Big digits, chrome heart, bitch, spend it
  Get wit' it, if I rapped it, I lived it
  Big digits, whole lot of pretty bitches
  No cap, not a snap back or fitted

  Howdy-do muthafucka? It's the big homie
  Different bitch ever night, I am never lonely
  Said she had a OnlyFans but she never told me
  Said she a real squirter, now she gotta show me

  Yeah, on demon, I don't play fair (Nope)
  Get money and the safe sex in the air (Air)
  Yeah, jumpin' off a bean, feel me everywhere (Everywhere)
  I be livin' in the bank, you ain't never there

  Yeah, clap-clap that ass like it's automatic (Automatic)
  I'm obsessed with that ass, I'm an ass fanatic (Fanatic)
  Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic
  And we still flip the work like a acrobatic (Flip it)

  Yeah, play time now it's break time
  Yeah, two glizzy but I make time
  Yeah, four hundred with them gang signs
  If we talkin' millionaires, bitch, I'm front line

  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Spend it 'cause I'm up, n****, and what?

  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Run them bands up, run them bands up
  Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us

  Big digits, chrome heart, bitch, spend it (Uh)
  Get wit' it, if I rapped it, I lived it (Bia, Bia)
  Big digits, whole lot of pretty bitches (Uh)
  No cap, not a snap back or fitted

  I run it up till I'm tired (Cash)
  Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire
  N***** inquire, who been fuckin' me prior
  Bitch, I been hot, Richard Pryor

  Uh, it's gettin hot in here
  Got no time to drop a tear 'cause I hop in Lears
  I toat the PS lounge 'cause they stop and stare
  I know these white folks wonder how we got in here

  Uh, to the club and to the kitchen from the back door
  Is the only time that I ever get back doored
  N****, the fuck you think I rap for? N****
  You could see it on my dashboard

  Plane Jane Rollie cost a whole half a ticket (Facts)
  Worth eight figures, ain't no such thing as trickin (21)
  Should've been a farmer, I be chasin' after chicken (21)
  Focused on the money, that shit come along with bitches (21)

  No love for the ops, they get knocked out they bridges (Pussy)
  Jumped inside a box, spin the block till I'm dizzy (Pussy)
  Fat transfer, if you act right I'll get your titties (Facts)
  Fuck me in the car, I'm in a rush, you know I'm busy (21)

  Drove out, fuck a superstar and make that bitch part of my roll out
  Rappin' all that tough shit, then got his ass hoed out
  You can't buy no ticket to my show 'cause they be sold out
  Security wanna search us at the door but we got polls out

  Bad bitch, got her ass out
  You ain't really gang-gang, n****, you a mascot (Pussy)
  Check my bank statements, you'll pass out
  You need people like me to point and call the bad guy

• Who is the author of the song Run (feat. BIA, Tyga, 21 Savage)?
  The song Run (feat. BIA, Tyga, 21 Savage) was written by YG.

• Who sings the song Run (feat. BIA, Tyga, 21 Savage)?
  The song Run (feat. BIA, Tyga, 21 Savage) is performed by YG.