Set It Up - Kamaiyah, Trina

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin'

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin'

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin'

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

Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?

Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those

I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those

I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

Ayy, that lil bitch that you been with

Is the one that’s settin' you up and let me know just what your PIN is

And since it’s your card that I’m spending

I’ma run it up, nigga, these cards ain’t got no limit

Bought a bracelet, tennis, VVS’s in it

Since I got your shit, I’ma keep running up those digits

You think it’s a game and you can fuck with other bitches

Yeah, aight, nigga, your windows, get to fixing

My mama told me, «Never let a nigga make you fold»

Not a lie was told, all your game exposed

Boy, you think you can play me like I’m one of these lil' hoes?

I’m a big ass boss, standin' tall up on ten toes

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin'

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

Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?

Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those

I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those

I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

He got four or five hoes

Takin' bitches out, gotta buy 'em new clothes (Yeah)

Valet parking, open up suicide doors

Private mansions tucked off in the Poconos

Shit, I’m blowing up the Rolls

I’m mad

'Cause I ain’t the bitch to share no bag

And I ain’t the kind of bitch you could drag

And I put that on my flag, you fuck ass nigga

I’ll piss in your mouth, you lil' fuckboy

Disrespect a bad bitch, 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

I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin'

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

Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?

Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those

I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those

I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows