Run It Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 

Cuban Linx and kilos 

We might get the rico 

Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo 

Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo 

Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!) 

All of my niggas official as fuck 

Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the truck 

I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff 

And talking 'bout business with Jigga at lunch 

That's cray, that's cray 

New toys, lets play 

I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let's [?] 

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 space ship? 

My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas 

Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga 

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[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 

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[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, anything goes 

Money in the mother fuckin' mattress 

They was tryna take it, but I need to get away 

I think I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it 

I never had a way, I think I struggled every day 

Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some magic 

Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away 

And I could finally buy a mother fucking 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 

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, yo, look 

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas] 

Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate 

Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], 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 hiding from me 

All of them was counting me out now they counting on me 

I'm so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me 

Right before I pull the trigger and begging 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 

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