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[Verse 1: Meek
Cuban Linx and
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, nacho cheese (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' Puff
And talking 'bout with Jigga at lunch
cray, that's cray
New toys, lets
I brought spades, the deuce, like poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, 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 money and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official

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

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, yo,

3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane,
Your shit sound summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
Momma I was retarded
thought I was lethargic
They said I the smartest
knew I was an artist
All of y'all is trash, go throw your 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
nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna share with me
Family couldn't keep in with me
Now they all get enough of me
Now want to fly with me in luxury
Same never want to let me hit
Now they all to bust nuts for me
another nigga poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they don't want a problem me
And fuck all these haters that take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I need a counter with me
Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding me
All of them was counting me out now counting 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, up, look