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[Verse 1: Meek
Cuban and kilos
We might get the
Pull up on a sucka his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with your cop money, 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 at lunch
That's cray, 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
White girl, The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie 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 like Kylie
Your don't look happy
None of hoes can have me
touch me, can't touch this
MC Hammer with the
Can't me, can't function
Bitch, I don't want to get
They ain't want me on payroll
They ain't ever want me have
Always had a on J-Lo
Thought I was the man 'til my broke
I was so broke can't 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 fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I to get away
I think I'm tripping cause a nigga had it
I never had a way, I I struggled every 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 mother fucking
Then my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like
I ain't ever had no
I up where the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a
Stay in biz don't mind mines
I'm in your top five's top
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, up, yo, look

[Verse 3: Lucas]
Your shit like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane,
Your shit like summer 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 wasn't the
knew I was an artist
All of y'all niggas is trash, go your shit in the garbage
I your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't nobody wanna the bus with me
Ain't wanna share lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in with me
Now they all get enough of me
Now want to fly with me in luxury
hoes never want to let me hit
Now all want to bust nuts for me
Name another nigga than me?
I never cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter me
nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they 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: 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,