Set It Up

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

B*tch

Oh my god

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

Ima spend a rack for every b*tch that he been textin'

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

Ima spend a rack for every b*tch that he been textin'

Run up all his cards

Run up all his credit

Ima spend a rack for every

B*tch that he been textin'

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

B*tch who the fu*ck you disrespecting

N*ggas ain't sh*t his cards Ima spend those

Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows

N*ggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those

Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows

Ay, that lil b*tch that you've been with

ls the one you that's setting

You up and letting me know just what yo pin is

And since it's yo card that I'm spending

Ima run it up n*gga these cards ain't got no limit

Bought a bracelet tennis, VVS's in it

Since I got yo sh*t Ima keep running up those digits

You think it's a game and you can f*ck wit other b*tches

Yet aite n*gga yo windows get to fixing

My momma told me neva let a n*gga make you fold

Not a lie what's told, all yo games exposed

Boy you think you can play me

Like I'm one of these lil hoes

I'm a big *ss boss standin tall upon 10 toes

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

Ima spend a rack for every b*tch that he been textin'

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

B*tch who the f*ck you disrespecting

N*ggas ain't sh*t his cards Ima spend those

Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows

N*ggas ain't sh*t his cards Ima spend those

Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows

We got four or five hoes taken b*tches out

Gotta buy them new clothes

Valet park and open up the suicide doors

Private mansions ducked off up in the polkaknows

Shut I'm blowing up the Rolls

I'm mad

Cause I ain't the b*tch to share no bag

And I ain't the kinda b*tch you could drag

And I put that on my flag

You f*ck *ss n*gga

I piss in your mouth you lil f*ck boy

You disrespect a bad b*tch 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

Ima spend a rack for every b*tch that he been textin'

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

B*tch who the f*ck you disrespecting

N*ggas ain't sh*t his cards Ima spend those

Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows

N*ggas ain't sh*t his cards Ima spend those

Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows