Meek Mill — Run It

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Cuban Linx and kilos, we might get the rico Pull up on a sucka, take his bitch like I was Deebo Got the .45 in the 6, call it Cee-Lo Buyin' bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!) All of my niggas official as fuck Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whippin' the truck I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff And talkin' 'bout business with Jigga at lunch That's cray, that's cray, new toys, lets play I brought Spades, with the Dusse, like poof, let's trade I must say, I get money, fuck 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 Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit? If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a spaceship? My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin' niggas Five pull this TEC, blow the whistle, I'm official nigga [Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Timbaland] 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 [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas] My bitch look like Halle, my bitch look like Kylie Your bitch don't look happy, none of ya'll hoes can have me Can't touch me, can't touch this, MC Hammer with the swaggy Can't cuff me, can't function, bitch, I don't want to get married They ain't ever want me on payroll, they ain't ever want me have say-so 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, anythin' goes Money in the motherfuckin' mattress They was tryna take it, but I need to get away I think I'm trippin' 'cause a nigga never had it I never had a way, I think I struggled every day Talkin' to God, I'm hopin' he could do some magic Hopin' to get paid and then take all my stress away And I could finally buy a motherfuckin' mansion Then move my friends in, and get Benzs 'Cause this shit sound like sci-fi, I ain't ever had no wifi I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow), almost got killed in a drive-by Stay in your biz, don't mind mines, I'm in your top five's top five Can't touch this nigga, why try? Gimme yo shit or you might die [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] 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 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, yo, look [Verse 3: Joyner Lucas] Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, Starburst, chocolate, gum drop Cupcake, milkshake, Lean Bake, candy cane, rainbow Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade Ice cream, fun pop Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade, mango Momma thought I was retarded, Daddy thought I was lethargic They said I wasn't the smartest, Grammy knew I was an artist All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish I remember when you wouldn't fuck 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 want to fly with me in luxury Same hoes never want to let me hit Now they all want to bust nuts for me Name another nigga poppin' than me? I never been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me Nigga fuck any rapper, yo I don't need a counter with me Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hidin' from me All of them was countin' me out, now they countin' on me I'm so motherfuckin' hot that the wind is a sauna to me Right before I pull the trigger and beggin' that God forgive me, I said [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] 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 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