Lyrics Kwesta – Run It Up

Rich Homie Quan:
I don’t know man, my flight was like 14 hours none stop man
Straight out of J, oh what! JFK
New York City type shit

Put a ring on it baby girl let me show you something different
Lips poking out, on the real lookin’ like them hoes kissing
We was in the hood, we was still broke, we was on a mission
Did a lot of good shit but they still consider me a villain

I was just tryna run it up (Yeah, yeah)
I was tryna run it up
I was tryna run it up (I was)
I was tryna run it up, hey

Run it up, run it up, run it
Count it up, count it up, count it
Stack it up in my closet
Shit startin’ to look like mountain
I was on a strip in Miami
Rented me a room at the Fountain
Keep a nigga ’round me who gon’ shoot somethin’
But I don’t like broke hoes around me
Told shawty she ain’t speaking my language, I don’t do fancy words
14 hours yeah it took me to get to Johannesburg (World class)
Lot of her fakes but in reality I want her panties first
I be her shoulder when she cry cause I know damage hurts
Cut the lights, I’m post to shine like a chandelier
I ran it up, Margielas on in Mandela square
I ran it up they wanna revenge us

Put a ring on it baby girl let me show you something different
Lips poking out, on the real lookin’ like them hoes kissing
We was in the hood, we was still broke, we was on a mission
Did a lot of good shit but they still consider me a villain

I was just tryna run it up (Yeah, yeah)
I was tryna run it up
I was tryna run it up (I was)
I was tryna run it up, hey

Kwesta:
Bhek’, bhek’
Sifika la snyise kwasan
Izinja ey qhith umhlangano
K!ll shit, shintj istandard
6-6-6 skhiph uSatan
Godly, nkosi asthandaz’
Cautious, conscience anginayo
Gorgeous, lona ang’fan’ naye
Ngay’ khohlwa i-quart ye Savanna
Okay, I’m litty, I’m litty
Sometimes you gotta admit it
Ntwana I get it, I get it
But you ’bout to get it delivered
High Q, I’m the switch
Kasi, that’s the shit
Awuthi ngi thathe i-sip
Ang’ dakwa, ngibay’zisa nje izitha
K1 til my death
Day ones in my set
Basic chicks get lazy dick, I gotta cut some cheques
Sacala bas’laga, sas’pana saphanda
Van dag siyaz’dala
Bheka nje ikasi liphakama

Rich Homie Quan:
Put a ring on it baby girl let me show you something different
Lips poking out, on the real lookin’ like them hoes kissing
We was in the hood, we was still broke, we was on a mission
Did a lot of good shit but they still consider me a villain

I was just tryna run it up (Yeah, yeah)
I was tryna run it up
I was tryna run it up (I was)
I was tryna run it up, hey