Seven - Run It lyrics

[Intro] Yup, uh-huh Stevie Stone Ay Seven, you brought the pots and the pans out on this one Malta Bend, n***a Run that now [Hook] Stoner, Stoner b**h, run it, run it Drink a whole lotta liquor b**h, run it, run it All my n***as wit' me Gettin' money, money All my b**hes wit' me Gettin' money, money Run that now, run it, run it (x4) All my n***as wit' me Gettin' money, money All my b**hes wit' me Gettin' money, money [Verse 1] Drink a whole lotta liquor Smoke a whole lotta reefer Paper planes in the wind You can call me Khalifa Watch me bu*ton up a Benz You should grab you a feature I'm a dog on the go Bag a b**h from the bleachers R-R-Run it, run it Rather with a trio I know I call these 3 RT3G b**hes they ready to go No you not on my level You n***as don' came out here, bro Step one foot in the game Y'all n***as didn't get my M-O Run that now [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain't no run in the game well seasoned and polished Gotta knock for these hoes PhD with the science I'm allergic to broke I choose to use my Ebonics I put my b**h on a boat Look like she came from an island We tryna find us a stripper Magic CD in Onyx Put my bread on the table Give me something exotic Body shots off her naval, that's a premium product Holla Run it, run it B-b**h that mean that I got it I tell her Run it, run it She said I'm steezy, erotic I'm a Leo, pino Get her kinky, wildin' Get to call me, call me Get it all from her mother See we come from the gutter, get 20, 50s and 100s b**h I'm a [Hook]