Run It
TM88, Pi'Erre Bourne
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We don't f*ck with you no more 'cause niggas be flawed as hell And you know I'm 'bout my coins like I'm bout to toss in a well And my money talking crazy, shit be tight as hell Diamonds dance like the Jabbawockee I stack cheese like it's melting on broccoli I'm beating the pussy, I'm using karate I was in the trap, seen a chrome Maserati Stack paper up, read about it Said she wanna f*ck, give me your body I'm in the truck, girl, be my driver Said she gon' suck, sloppy toppy I don't know what you want from me Nigga can't get no songs for free She wanna give me everything I just really want a piece She really want a wedding ring Kaepernick, gotta take a knee Why y'all wanna settle me How that nigga get that cheese Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah (trust me) Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah (trust me, trust me) Countin' my money every Monday (trust me) Rockin' ice-cream, no sundae (trust me) We gon' switch at Sunday (trust me) Know I'll be rich, yeah, one day (trust me) (Trust me) niggas wanna be just like me (trust me) Superhero, black lightning (trust me) Got my Yeezi in the crowd, team Nike (trust me) Pull out the crown, she wifey (trust me) Ayy, you in your feelings, I'm numb to the bullshit Smoke it up now, rollin' a tulip I got her wet like she jumped off a cruise ship Dive in her pussy so I never lose it Keep on a rubber, yes I gotta use it Smoking and shinin', this shit make me foolish Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, run it Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up) Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up, run it up, run it up) Yeah, the Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up) Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up) Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up) Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up) Nigga not gang, I don't know him I'm in Chiraq, shoutout foe'nem I feel like Shaq, I'm O'Neal They beat your own ass, Jermaine O'Neal Nigga talk money, that's my old deal I just met Howie deal or no deal She wanna ride like a four-wheel Amateur bitch, she got no skill Rafs on my feet, I keep a tab on me I feel like I'm Santana, jewels on me I buy what I want, a spoiled brat I be I get what I want 'cause all this cash on me All this cash (on me) Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me) All this cash (on me) Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me) All these racks (on me) Racks, racks, racks (on me, on me, on me) All this cash (on me) Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me) All these racks (on me) Racks, racks, racks (on me, on me, on me)
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Written by: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Lesidney Ragland
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