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[Verse 1: Mill]
Cuban Linx and
We might get the
Pull up on a sucka his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc I'm sittin' with Puff
And 'bout business with Jigga at lunch
cray, that's cray
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, poof, let's [?]
I say, I get money, fuck 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 talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm 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 look like Halle
My bitch look like
Your bitch don't look
None of ya'll can have me
Can't touch me, can't this
MC Hammer with the
Can't cuff me, can't
Bitch, I don't want to get
They ever want me on payroll
ain't ever want me have say-so
Always had a on J-Lo
I was the man 'til my chain broke
I was so broke can't change
You don't it real, you a lame-o
You don't make a 'til I say so
When I get loose, anything
in the mother fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I to get away
I I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some
Hoping to get paid and then all my stress away
And I could buy a mother fucking mansion
Then move my in, and get Benzs
Cause shit sound like sci-fi
I ain't had no wifi
I up where the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a
Stay in your biz don't mind
I'm in top five's top five
Can't touch this nigga, why
yo shit or you might die

[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, yo,

[Verse 3: Lucas]
Your shit sound like 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 thought I was
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 in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember when you wouldn't with me
nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody share lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in with me
Now all can't get enough of me
Now they to fly with me in luxury
hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all want to bust for me
Name another nigga than me?
I never been cocky, but they don't a problem with me
And fuck all haters that wanna take a dollar 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 motherfucking hot that the wind is a 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, hold up,