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I run it

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(Chorus)
I got my mind on my money
Money on my mind
Got stacks in my pocket
And I stay on da grind

And I run it… (hey!!!)
I run it… (hey!!!)
I run it… (hey!!!)
I run it… (hey!!!)

I make it this way dawg
I let my pans sag
Boys keep on hating me
Girls say I got swag

And I run it… (hey!!!)
I run it… (hey!!!)
I run it… (hey!!!)
I run it… (hey!!!)

(Verse1)
Imma hood boy homie you see it
Jesus on my chain and sky is the limit
Gun on my belt boy don’t make me reveal it
If I need something I just go n’ get it
It is how it is man Imma go getta
Cuz life is simple it’s all about cheddar
So who gon stop me to make my do’
Get my fame and sit on dem dubs
Get my swag on and fuck dem ho’s
I got my word and I got my balls
Try me boy I’ll break your nose
Fast lane way of life I chose
Im so fly….. Im on top
You see me ride by in a Bently drop top
I hustling hard and I never gon stop
I run this bitch man that’s what’s up
I stay fly…. No lie
I run it dawg till I die
28 inches got me sitting so high
I see envy faces every time I ride by
Dopest rapper in my country man you can’t deny
You want to be like me? Boy don’t even try
Oh!... 24/7 you see Imma shine
Boy from the block Imma popping my nine
I do my thang while you wasting your time
Pimpin Im always stay on the grind
Imma hustla homie I always get mine
Just try to pop me you’ll catch the flat line
I’ll burry yall fucking haters under ground
Simply da king bitch give me my crown
I run everything from my block to my town
Are you wanna fuck with me nigga im down



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(Verse2)
I run it … run it… run it… run it… run it till the death hommie
Pull up on a candy Range with Lamborghini doors on it
Air force one’s on my feet
Trunk got base trunk got beat
Put my finger on this shit
24’s got my Jeep
Cap on head white T
Homie Smoke to da fuckin D
I sit high ride low
Chain got gold ice cold
Boy got swag boy got flo
Boy is dope boy got do’
Boy got homies oh… for sure
T.E.K.A. Curtis Blow
G.U.N. you already know
1 for the money 2 for the show
You cook your supper I cook bankrolls
I do it big you still play dolls
I make bling bling
Im like a lighthouse
Boy tuck ya ice inn
Cuz you aint iced out
Rubberbands in my pocket and I sipping Henessy
I make my own money dawg it ain’t my daddy’s legacy
I am your bitch’s fantasy
I make you niggaz jealous. See?
Your bitches want to suck on me
I take them all so easily


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