$cott $immons - Run It lyrics

$cott $immons: (Intro) Yeah(x3) Yeah, yeah Run It (x6) Yeah! (Hook) Yeah we juggin' & finessin' Countin' all these racks becomes another blessing Independent money yeah we getting f**in rich Underwater squad be the mothaf**in kid Super bowl rings cause we know 'bout the game We designer dogs man We don't f**in play We a f**in franchise Boy we getting paid Designer on my body boy Y'all my f**in slaves (Verse ) Supreme on my body Desiigner in the lobby Driving in the panda Countin' all this fetti Trigger finger ready Me and V ready f**in' wit yo b**h Yeah she all on my tip Man I don't give a damn Boy she bouncing all that a** for some f**in' bands Skipping education for a couple f**in' grams Watch me blow up but my exes on my dick Yeah she with you but she poppin' out her tits Yeah she pop that p**y while you out here being busy She gaggin' on my dick saying "daddy come and get it" Take her to the crib while her moms f**in home Give that good dick she saying "papi don't quit" Got that Alexander Wang, Bape, and that 'preme FTP $cott $immons be the G Designer f**in' dog Yeah, know what it means (Hook) Valentine: Ay ay Whoa Ay Whoa Ay Whoa Yeah ay Ima run up all them bands Ima run up all them bands Ima run up wit them xans Ima run up wit them xans Ay yo b**h say I'm the man Cause I finessed her with no plan Had to ask is that your man 75 with this cash Ima light it and Ima dash Hiding low with my stash Sad off perks and I run it Thought I was sleep Man run it Hop in the whip then I gun it f** the whole load I'm coming Lil' boy I'm already loaded $cott in the back with the .40 You can get hit if you want it Don't test me I got some n***as, they some demons at ya neck B I seen the pics on Instagram I know you flexing Now come on here boy, lemme see that check B (Hook)