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[Verse 1: Meek
Cuban and kilos
We might get the
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch I was D Bo
Got the five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the
I'm sippin' while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, 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 ridin' in a space
My money talkin' and my Rollie tickin niggas
Five [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas &
I'm a way...
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This is we do
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[Verse 2: Lucas]
My bitch look like
My bitch look Kylie
bitch don't look happy
None of ya'll can have me
Can't touch me, touch this
MC Hammer with the
cuff me, can't function
Bitch, I want to get married
ain't ever want me on payroll
They ain't ever want me have
Always had a crush on
Thought I was the man 'til my chain
I was so broke can't change
You don't it real, you a lame-o
You don't make a move I say so
When I get loose, goes
in the mother fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get
I I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I 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 buy a mother fucking mansion
move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit like sci-fi
I ain't had no wifi
I grew up where the guns (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
in your biz don't mind mines
I'm in your top five's top
Can't this nigga, why try?
yo shit or you might 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
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Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo,

[Verse 3: Joyner
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst,
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane,
Your shit sound like time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
Momma thought I was
Daddy thought I was
said I wasn't the smartest
Grammy knew I was an
All of y'all niggas is trash, go your shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the
I remember when you wouldn't with me
Ain't wanna ride the bus with me
nobody wanna share lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in touch me
Now they all can't get of me
Now they to fly with me in luxury
Same hoes never to let me hit
Now they all want to bust for me
Name another poppin' than me?
I never cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar 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 me out now they counting on me
I'm so motherfucking hot that the is a sauna to me
Right I pull the trigger 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