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[Verse 1: Mill]
Cuban and kilos
We get the rico
Pull up on a sucka his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho 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 business with Jigga at lunch
cray, that's 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 never say
If sky's the limit, why I'm in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never niggas
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 like Halle
My bitch look like
Your bitch look happy
of ya'll hoes can have me
Can't touch me, touch this
MC Hammer with the
Can't me, can't function
Bitch, I want to get married
They ain't ever want me on
They ain't want me have say-so
Always had a on J-Lo
Thought I was the man 'til my broke
I was so broke can't change
You don't keep it real, you a
You don't make a move I say so
I get loose, anything goes
Money in the fuckin' mattress
They was tryna it, but I need to get away
I think I'm tripping a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I struggled day
Talking to God I'm hoping he do some magic
Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress
And I could finally buy a fucking mansion
Then move my in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like
I ain't ever had no
I grew up where the went- (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mines
I'm in your top top five
touch this 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, up, yo, look

[Verse 3: Joyner
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst,
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], cane, rainbow
Your shit sound summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
Momma thought I was
thought I was lethargic
They said I the smartest
Grammy 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 remember you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't nobody ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in touch me
Now they all can't get of me
Now want to fly with me in luxury
Same hoes want to let me hit
Now they all want to nuts for me
Name nigga poppin' than me?
I been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that wanna take a from me
fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter with me
Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, 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 begging 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,