Run it lyrics

[Verse 1]
We don't f*ck with you no more 'cause n*ggas be flawed as hell
And you know I'm 'bout my coins like I'm 'bout to toss in a well
Man, my money be talking crazy, sh*t be talking to itself
Diamonds dance like they Jabbawockee
I stack cheese like it’s melting on broccoli
I'm beating the pus*y up using karate
I was in a trance seen a chrome Maserati
Stack paper up, read about it
Said she wanna f*ck, give me your body
I'm in the truck, girl be my driver
Said she gon' suck, sloppy and toppy
I don't know what you want from me
n*gga can't get no Soss for free
She wanna give me everything
I just really want a piecе
She really want a wedding ring
Kaеpernick, gotta take a knee
Why y'all wanna settle me?
How that n*gga get that cheese?
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah (Trust me)
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah (Trust me, Trust me)
Counting up my money every Monday (Trust me)
Rockin' ice-cream, no sundae (Trust me)
Knew you gon' switch, yeah, someday (Trust me)
Know I'll be rich, yeah, one day (Trust me)
n*gga wanna be just like me (Trust me)
Superhero, Black Lightning (Trust me)
Got my Yeez in the crowd, team Nike (Trust me)
Pull out the crown, she wifey (Trust me)
You and your feelings are back to the bullsh*t
Smoking on flower, I'm rollin' up tulip
I got her wet like she jumped off a cruise ship
Dive in her pus*y so I never lose it
Keep on a rubber, yes I gotta use it
Smoking The Shining, this sh*t make me foolish
[Bridge]
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, run it

[Chorus]
Depend on us, we just gon' run it up (Ay, run it up)
Depend on us, we just gon' run it up (Ay, run it up)
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Depend on us, we was 'posed to run it up (Ay, run it up)
Depend on us, we just gon' run it up (Ay, run it up)
Depend on us, we was 'posed to run it up (Ay, run it up)
Depend on us, we just gon' run it up (Ay, run it up)

[Verse 2]
n*gga not gang, I don't know him
I'm in Chiraq, shoutout foe'nem
I feel like Shaq, I don’t O'Neal
The beat your own ass, Jermaine O'Neal
n*gga talk money, that's my old deal
I just met Howie, Deal or No Deal
She wanna ride like a four-wheel
Amateur b*tch, she got no skill
Rafs on my feet, I keep a tab on me
I feel like I'm Santana, jewels on me
I buy what I want, a spoiled brat I be
I get what I want 'cause all this cash on me
All this cash (On me)
Cash, cash, cash (On me, on me, on me)
All this cash (On me)
Cash, cash, cash (On me, on me, on me)
All these racks (On me)
Racks, racks, racks (On me, on me, on me)
All this cash (On me)
Cash, cash, cash (On me, on me, on me)
All these racks (On me)
Racks, racks, racks (On me, on me, on me)