Set It Up Kamaiyah (Ft. Trina)

[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