Intro: Kamaiyah 
You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' (DJ Banks), bitch 
(Oh my God, Kenny) 
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' 

Chorus: Kamaiyah 
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 

Verse 1: Kamaiyah 
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 

Chorus: Kamaiyah
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

Verse 2: Trina
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)

Chorus: Kamaiyah
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