Joyner Lucas - Run It lyrics

Cuban Linx and kilos We might get the rico Pull up on a s**a take his b**h like I was — Got the four five in the six call it [C-Lo?] Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!) All of my n***as [?] as f** — like I'm whipping the truck I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff Let's talk about business — That's cray, that's cray New toys, lets play I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, that's — I must say, I get money, f** the ho, don't pay And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre b**h, if money talks why you n***as never say sh**? If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship? My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin n***as Five bullets — on the wrist I'm official n***a I'm feeling a way I'm feeling a way I'm feeling a way I'm feeling a way Whoa, run it Run it Run it Whoa This is what we do Run it Run it Run it Run it Yeah My b**h look like Halle My b**h look like Cali Your b**h don't look happy None of you hoes can have me Can't touch me, can't touch this MC Hammer with the swaggy Can't cuff me, can't function b**h, I don't want to get married They ain't ever want me on payroll They ain't ever want me have — Always had a crush on J-Lo Thought I was the man 'til my chain broke I was so broke can't change clothes You don't keep it real, you a lame-o You don't make a move 'til I say so When I get loose then the thing goes — get a mother f**in' They was tryna take it, but I need to get away Think I was trippin' if a n***a never had it I never had a way, take a [?] everyday talking to God hoping he could do some magic Hoping the — got the mother f**ing mansion Then move my friends in, and get Benzs Now this sh** sound like sci-fi I ain't ever had no wifi I grew up where the guns went- Almost got k**ed in a drive-by Stay in your biz don't mind mine I'm a year's top-5, top-5 Can't touch this n***a, why try? Gimmie yo sh** or you might die Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Whoa, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Wait, hold up, look Your sh** sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate, gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow Your sh** sound like summer time, playground, third grade, ice cream, [?] pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade, mango Momma thought I was retarded Daddy thought I was lathargic They said I wasn't the smartest Grammy knew I was an artist All of y'all n***as is trash, go throw your sh** in the garbage I threw your sh** in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish I remember when [?] wanna f** with me Ain't nobody wanna ride the bus with me Ain't nobody wanna share lunch with me Family couldn't keep in touch with me Now they all can't get enough of me Now they wan't to fly me a luxury Same hoes never want to let me hit Now they all want to bust nuts with me — poppin' then me I never been co*ky, but they don't want a problem with me The f**ers and haters that wanna take a dollar from me Ain't nobody was lookin' for me, they were hiding from me — now they counting on me Mother f**er hotter — sauna then me — pull the trigger — Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Whoa, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Wait, hold up, look