Lyrics
I got bruises on my arm bitch I got bruises on my limbs
These pussies crawling yeah all over me, tryna get in my skin 
I-I call brodie to pull up, let's make a cheque and throw the bill  
I think she got it out for me, I'm bound to catch another kill 
I'm on a run, I'm on a run, I’ve never ever seen before 
My pants clean my cup dirty let's pour up another four 
Bitch I was sleeping on the floor, climb bills if it means go to war 
I got my money fair and square, like what the fuck you tripping for 
Bitch Im tryna tryna run it up 
Stack it up to the ceiling, yeah bitch we turn it up 
Yeah these pussies keep testing me bitch I’ll stir it up 
Flip the bank, break the ceiling, try to stop me, test your luck 

Bitch test your luck, feel like we lost the love 
Oh yeah I’m chasing this feeling, oh yeah I need the love 
W-White sand in my lungs I'm coughing up a dub 
If6was9 my denim, my cologne choice is Yeves Saint Laurent
These pussies can't keep playing with me, I'll take the smoke out right his lungs  
Money falling might just tat that shit up on my arm 
She so precious, I just put VVs up on her charms 
CC on my wrist, Double C on her boobs, yeah on her bras
Helmut Lang Denim, my cup is filled with real venom 
Hel-Helmut Lang Denim, you really lame put shade on em 
Do cocaine with ‘em
Drop the top, go on a race with me 
Keep kicking back with all these bozos, you know that I stay winning  

I got bruises on my arm bitch I got bruises on my limbs
These pussies crawling yeah all over me, tryna get in my skin 
I-I call brodie to pull up, let's make a cheque and throw the bill  
I think she got it out for me, I'm bound to catch another kill 
I'm on a run, I'm on a run, I’ve never ever seen before 
My pants clean my cup dirty let's pour up another four 
Bitch I was sleeping on the floor, climb bills if it means go to war 
I got my money fair and square, like what the fuck you tripping for 
Bitch Im tryna tryna run it up 
Stack it up to the ceiling, yeah bitch we turn it up 
Yeah these pussies keep testing me bitch I’ll stir it up 
Flip the bank, break the ceiling, try to stop me, test your luck

Run (Prod.boolymon)

Costs

fonsi ~ wrist broke (prod. illicit)

fonsi ~ loose fit jeans

fonsi ~ look back at it

fonsi ~ vacate

A PLAN

SLIME (prod.kysx)

wya?

preserve prod ZvanZ

Took for granted (snippet)

fonsi ~ look back at it

fonsi

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