Run It

Yup, uh-huh

Stevie Stone

Ay Seven, you brought the pots and the pans out on this one

Malta Bend, nigga

Run that now

Stoner, Stoner

Bitch, run it, run it

Drink a whole lotta liquor

Bitch, run it, run it

All my niggas wit' me

Gettin' money, money

All my bitches wit' me

Gettin' money, money

Run that now, run it, run it [x4]

All my niggas wit' me

Gettin' money, money

All my bitches wit' me

Gettin' money, money

Drink a whole lotta liquor

Smoke a whole lotta reefer

Paper planes in the wind

You can call me Khalifa

Watch me button up a Benz

You should grab you a feature

I'm a dog on the go

Bag a bitch from the bleachers

R-R-Run it, run it

Rather with a trio I know

I call these 3 RT3G bitches they ready to go

No you not on my level

You niggas don' came out here, bro

Step one foot in the game

Y'all niggas didn't get my M-O

Run that now

Ain’t no run in the game well seasoned and polished

Gotta knock for these hoes

PSD with the science

I'm allergic to broke

I choose to use my Ebonics

I put my bitch 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-bitch 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

Bitch I'm a