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[Verse 1: Mill]
Linx and kilos
We get the rico
Pull up on a take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas as fuck
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with
And talking 'bout business with Jigga at
That's cray, cray
New toys, play
I brought spades, the deuce, like 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
girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space
My money talkin' and my Rollie tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official

[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: Joyner
My bitch like Halle
My look like Kylie
Your bitch don't look
None of hoes can have me
touch me, can't touch this
MC Hammer the swaggy
Can't me, can't function
Bitch, I don't want to get
They ain't ever me on payroll
They ain't ever want me have
had a crush 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
I get loose, anything goes
Money in the fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get
I think I'm tripping a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I I struggled every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do magic
Hoping to get and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother fucking
Then my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit like sci-fi
I ain't had no wifi
I up where the guns went- (pow pow)
got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz mind mines
I'm in top five's top five
Can't touch this nigga, why
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, up, yo, look

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

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, up, look