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[Verse 1: Mill]
Cuban and kilos
We get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six it Cee-Lo
Buying with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm with Puff
And talking business with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's
New toys, play
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
girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space
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 look Halle
My bitch look Kylie
Your don't look happy
None of ya'll hoes can me
Can't touch me, can't this
MC Hammer the swaggy
Can't cuff me, can't
Bitch, I want to get married
They ain't ever me on payroll
They ain't want me have say-so
Always had a crush on
Thought I was the man my chain broke
I was so broke can't clothes
You don't keep it real, you a
You don't a move 'til I say so
When I get loose, goes
Money in the fuckin' mattress
They was tryna it, but I need to get away
I think I'm 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
to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could buy a mother fucking mansion
Then move my in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like
I ain't had no wifi
I up where the guns went- (pow pow)
got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mind
I'm in your top top five
touch this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo 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
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, up, yo, look

3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst,
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
Grammy I was an artist
All of y'all is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I threw shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody share lunch with me
Family couldn't keep in with me
Now they all can't get of me
Now they want to fly me in luxury
hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all want to nuts for me
Name nigga poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I need a counter with me
nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding 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 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, hold up,