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[Verse 1: Mill]
Cuban Linx and
We might get the
up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it
Buying with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' Puff
And talking 'bout business Jigga at lunch
That's cray, cray
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, ho, don't pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for tre
And I ride, for the Ye, side, Kim K
White girl, The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin
bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Chorus: Joyner & Timbaland]
I'm a way...
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it

This is we do
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

[Verse 2: Lucas]
My look like Halle
My bitch look like
Your bitch don't happy
None of ya'll can have me
Can't touch me, can't touch
MC Hammer the swaggy
Can't me, can't function
Bitch, I don't to get married
They ain't ever want me on
ain't ever want me have say-so
Always had a on J-Lo
Thought I was the man my chain broke
I was so can't change clothes
You don't it real, you a lame-o
You make a move 'til I say so
When I get loose, anything
Money in the mother fuckin'
They was tryna take it, but I need to get
I think I'm tripping a nigga never had it
I had a way, I think I struggled every day
to God I'm hoping he could do some magic
Hoping to get and then take all my stress away
And I could buy a mother fucking mansion
Then my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like
I ain't had no wifi
I grew up the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
in your biz don't mind mines
I'm in top five's top five
Can't touch this nigga, why
Gimme yo or you might die

[Chorus: Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo,

[Verse 3: Joyner
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst,
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane,
Your sound like summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
thought I was retarded
Daddy I was lethargic
said I wasn't the smartest
Grammy I was an artist
All of niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the
I remember when you fuck with me
nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna share with me
Family couldn't keep in touch me
Now all can't get enough of me
Now they want to fly me in luxury
Same hoes want to let me hit
Now all want to bust nuts for me
Name another nigga than me?
I been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all these that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I need a counter with me
nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they on me
I'm so motherfucking hot the wind is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the and begging that God forgive me I said

[Chorus: Joyner
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up,