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[Verse 1: Meek
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 bottles your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my official as fuck
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout business with at lunch
That's cray, that's
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, [?]
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
girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm in a space ship?
My talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas &
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: Joyner
My bitch like Halle
My bitch look Kylie
Your bitch don't happy
None of ya'll hoes can me
Can't me, can't touch this
MC Hammer the swaggy
cuff me, can't function
Bitch, I don't to get married
They ain't ever me on payroll
They ain't ever want me say-so
Always had a crush on
Thought I was the man 'til my chain
I was so broke change clothes
You keep it real, you a lame-o
You don't a move 'til I say so
When I get loose, goes
Money in the mother fuckin'
They was tryna it, but I need to get away
I think I'm tripping cause a never had it
I had a way, I think I struggled every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he do some magic
to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother mansion
Then my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause shit sound like sci-fi
I ain't ever had no
I grew up the guns went- (pow pow)
got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mines
I'm in your top top five
Can't touch nigga, why try?
Gimme yo shit or you 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]
Your sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
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
They said I wasn't the
knew I was an artist
All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it with the starfish
I when you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't wanna ride the bus with me
nobody wanna share lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in 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 all want to bust nuts for me
another nigga poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they don't want a with me
And fuck all haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a with me
Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they on me
I'm so hot that the wind is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I

[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, up, look