[Intro]
Yup, uh-huh
Stevie Stone
Ay Seven, you brought the pots and the pans out on this one
Malta Bend, n***a
Run that now
[Hook]
Stoner, Stoner
b**h, run it, run it
Drink a whole lotta liquor
b**h, run it, run it
All my n***as wit' me
Gettin' money, money
All my b**hes wit' me
Gettin' money, money
Run that now, run it, run it (x4)
All my n***as wit' me
Gettin' money, money
All my b**hes wit' me
Gettin' money, money
[Verse 1]
Drink a whole lotta liquor
Smoke a whole lotta reefer
Paper planes in the wind
You can call me Khalifa
Watch me bu*ton up a Benz
You should grab you a feature
I'm a dog on the go
Bag a b**h from the bleachers
R-R-Run it, run it
Rather with a trio I know
I call these 3 RT3G b**hes they ready to go
No you not on my level
You n***as don' came out here, bro
Step one foot in the game
Y'all n***as didn't get my M-O
Run that now
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Ain't no run in the game well seasoned and polished
Gotta knock for these hoes
PhD with the science
I'm allergic to broke
I choose to use my Ebonics
I put my b**h 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-b**h 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
b**h I'm a
[Hook]