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

Joyner Lucas & 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 bitch look like
My bitch like Kylie
bitch don't look happy
None of hoes can have me
Can't me, can't touch this
MC Hammer with the
Can't cuff me, function
Bitch, I don't want to get
They ain't want me on payroll
They ain't ever me have say-so
had a crush on J-Lo
Thought I was the man 'til my broke
I was so broke change clothes
You don't keep it real, you a
You don't make a 'til I say so
When I get loose, goes
Money in the mother mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get
I think I'm cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some
Hoping to get paid and then all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother fucking
Then move my in, and get Benzs
this shit sound like sci-fi
I ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a
Stay in your biz don't mines
I'm in top five's top five
Can't this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo or you might die

[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, yo,

[Verse 3: Lucas]
shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane,
Your shit sound like summer time, playground, grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
Momma thought I was
Daddy I was lethargic
They said I wasn't the
Grammy I was an artist
All of niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember when you fuck with me
Ain't nobody wanna ride the bus me
Ain't nobody share lunch with me
Family keep in touch with me
Now all can't get enough of me
Now they want to fly me in luxury
Same hoes never to let me hit
Now they all want to nuts for me
Name nigga poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter me
Ain't nobody wasn't for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now counting on me
I'm so hot that the wind is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the trigger and that God forgive me I said

Joyner 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,