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[Verse 1: Mill]
Cuban Linx and
We get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch I was D Bo
Got the four in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, [?]
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 never say shit?
If the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official

[Chorus: Joyner & 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 look like Halle
My look like Kylie
Your bitch don't look
None of hoes can have me
Can't touch me, touch this
MC Hammer the swaggy
Can't cuff me, can't
Bitch, I want to get married
They ain't want me on payroll
They ever want me have say-so
Always had a on J-Lo
I was the man 'til my chain broke
I was so can't change clothes
You don't it real, you a lame-o
You don't make a move I say so
When I get loose, anything
in the mother fuckin' mattress
They was tryna it, but I need to get away
I think I'm cause a nigga never had it
I had a way, I think I struggled every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do magic
to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a fucking mansion
move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause shit sound like sci-fi
I ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mines
I'm in your top top five
touch this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo shit or you 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,

3: Joyner 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
said I wasn't the smartest
Grammy I was an artist
All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the
I your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I when you wouldn't fuck with me
nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna lunch with me
Family couldn't in touch with me
Now they all can't get of me
Now want to fly with me in luxury
Same hoes want to let me hit
Now they all to bust nuts for me
Name nigga poppin' than me?
I been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all these 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, they was hiding 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 before I pull the trigger and begging that God me I said

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,