Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a s**a take his b**h like I was —
Got the four five in the six call it [C-Lo?]
Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my n***as [?] as f**
— like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff
Let's talk about business —
That's cray, that's cray
New toys, lets play
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, that's —
I must say, I get money, f** the 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
b**h, if money talks why you n***as never say sh**?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin n***as
Five bullets — on the wrist I'm official n***a
I'm feeling a way
I'm feeling a way
I'm feeling a way
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
My b**h look like Halle
My b**h look like Cali
Your b**h don't look happy
None of you hoes can have me
Can't touch me, can't touch this
MC Hammer with the swaggy
Can't cuff me, can't function
b**h, I don't want to get married
They ain't ever want me on payroll
They ain't ever want me have —
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 then the thing goes
— get a mother f**in'
They was tryna take it, but I need to get away
Think I was trippin' if a n***a never had it
I never had a way, take a [?] everyday talking to God hoping he could do some magic
Hoping the — got the mother f**ing mansion
Then move my friends in, and get Benzs
Now this sh** sound like sci-fi
I ain't ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns went-
Almost got k**ed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mind mine
I'm a year's top-5, top-5
Can't touch this n***a, why try?
Gimmie yo sh** or you might die
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
Your sh** sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate, gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow
Your sh** sound like summer time, playground, third grade, ice cream, [?] pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade, mango
Momma thought I was retarded
Daddy thought I was lathargic
They said I wasn't the smartest
Grammy knew I was an artist
All of y'all n***as is trash, go throw your sh** in the garbage
I threw your sh** in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember when [?] wanna f** 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 wan't to fly me a luxury
Same hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all want to bust nuts with me
— poppin' then me
I never been co*ky, but they don't want a problem with me
The f**ers and haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Ain't nobody was lookin' for me, they were hiding from me
— now they counting on me
Mother f**er hotter — sauna then me
— pull the trigger —
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