Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Vocals
10cc
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Earl Bynum
Songwriter
Gentuar Memishi
Songwriter
Bennett Pepple
Songwriter
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Graham Gouldman
Songwriter
Eric Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl on the Beat
Producer
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Bangs
Producer
GENT!
Producer
Lyrics
[PreChorus]
Got a lotta thangs to be happy 'bout (Got a lot)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (While they run it)
Got you cussin' on a Sunday now (Good lord)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Run it)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up)
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up)
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up)
[Verse 1]
They say they want money (They say they want money)
All they do is run they mouth (But all they do is run they mouth)
I swear all they do is complain (All they do is complain)
Bet you thought that shit was funny now (Bet you thought that shit was funny now)
You thought you was doin' somethin' (You thought you was doin' somethin')
How you hatin' on the Lord's day? (How you hatin' on the Lord's day now?)
How you hatin' on a Sunday? (How you hatin' on a Sunday?)
Go and take a look at your account (Go and take a look at yours, yours)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's that weird swag, weird money, weird bitches
Put me near that
Prolly see her in her brand new Hollyweird bag
Shawty red flag
Put-you-to-the-test bag
Got good head up on her shoulders
Hope this neck last
I'ma fall off when I want, they gon' respect that
Setbacks never stopped me let them get dragged
Get back, lil' ho, you don't know me like that
Ex-lax they ain't shit they need to check facts
[PreChorus]
Got a lot of things to be happy 'bout (Check, check)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Check, check)
Got you cussin' on a Sunday now (Got you cussin')
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Check, check)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up)
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up)
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up)
[Bridge]
I'ma, I'ma, I'm a rich body bitch
Thick body bitch
Y'all gon' make me sick body bitch
Where's Roddy Rich?
Put you in the box body bitch
Get bodied, bitch
You don't wanna talk body bitch
Lips prolly zip
Stop calling me sis body bitch
We not akin
You do not exist to me, miss
I'm not your friend
I'ma let 'em wish 'bout me, bitch
Kiss 'bout me, bitch
Y'all be steady dick ridin'
Don't you piss on me, bitch
[Bridge]
I just want my toes in the sand
One hunnid bands
Body lookin' real overseas
Hips motherland
I can't even sit in my chair
Zip up my pants
I did all the things I ain't need
I don't wanna dance
[PreChorus]
Got a lot of things to be happy 'bout (Happy 'bout)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Run my check up, yeah)
Got you cussin' on a Sunday now (On a Sunday)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Run it)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up)
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up)
Run it up, run it up (Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up)
Written by: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Bennett Pepple, Eric Stewart, Gentuar Memishi, Graham Gouldman, Isaac Earl Bynum