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[Verse 1: Mill]
Cuban and kilos
We get the rico
Pull up on a take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it
Buying bottles with cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc I'm sittin' with Puff
And 'bout business with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, cray
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, 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 niggas say shit?
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

[Chorus: 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: Joyner
My bitch look Halle
My bitch look like
Your bitch don't happy
None of hoes can have me
Can't me, can't touch this
MC with the swaggy
Can't me, can't function
Bitch, I want to get married
They ever want me on payroll
They ever want me have say-so
had a crush 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 make a move I say so
When I get loose, goes
Money in the mother mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get
I think I'm tripping cause a nigga had it
I never had a way, I think I every day
Talking to God I'm he could do some magic
Hoping to get paid and take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother mansion
Then move my in, and get Benzs
Cause this sound like sci-fi
I ain't had no wifi
I grew up the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a
in your biz don't mind 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, hold up, yo,

[Verse 3: Joyner
Your sound 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,
Momma thought I was
thought I was lethargic
They said I the smartest
Grammy I was an artist
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 when you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't nobody wanna ride the bus me
Ain't nobody wanna share with me
Family couldn't keep in touch me
Now they all get enough of me
Now they want to fly with me in
hoes never want to let me hit
Now all want to bust nuts 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
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't a counter with me
nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now counting on me
I'm so motherfucking hot that the is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the trigger and begging 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