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Run It Lyrics by Playboi Carti Playboi Carti , Lee Scott, Milkavelli
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I get the cash and I run it
We get the cash and we run it
Bitch get the cash and she run it
Shippin' the packs out the country
Shippin' the packs out the country
Yeah, U.S. To London chh
Universal, understand that's what I'm telling 'em
Fuck a year, yeah, I'm goin' clear
I'm the man of the millennium
Robbin' banks to keep my readies in
Dirty Vans is what I'm steppin' in
You spend a hundred grand to keep it relevant
That's a lot of cash to be irrelevant, ayy, chh
Couple shots of Henny in the air, you know we toastin', ayy
Double D's since me and Chennessey been clear, real close, ayy
Cruisin' in the Coupe with somethin' in the boot, we coast ayy
If you smell that lemon in the air
You know you pass the smoke
Loud pack, it's in the open
Loud pack, I'm Keyshia Cole, chh
It's in my blood like hemoglobin
Super radical baby bottle on me, goo-goo-gaggering
Rocking Champion, Buju Banton it
Turkish girl, you know I'm onlly daggering ayy
You follow me? Unfollow, follow me
Unfollow, follow me shh
Tryna act like you're onto me
Not on me, onto me, not on me, onto me shh
Then you drop to your knees, and you suck and you swallow me
Ayy
Givin' all that brain, you must need a lobotomy, bitch
I get the cash and I run it, shh
We get the cash and we run it
Bitch get the cash and she run it, ayy
Shippin' the packs out the country, shh
Shippin' the packs out the country, ayy
Yeah, U.S. To London
Yeah, U.S. To London ayy
There's no way to replace the patience that I'm losin'
Skip the method and jump straight to the conclusion
I'm seein' faces like I'm shroomin'
616 DVLGNG, but Satan's an illusion
Got the axe beneath the bed in case there's an intrusion
I bleed just like you but it's a mistake to think I'm human
It's all fucked up and gettin' worse, but I'm embracin' the confusion
Just because I say it laughin', it doesn't make the shit amusin'
I'm cruisin' in the Uber, but there's a traffic jam in me medulla
So, I mute you 'cause the only thing that makes sense to me is the mula
It's cold and, it's a broken hallelujah
616 DVLGNG, valilujah
I say it straight, fuck a ruler
I don't know shits about shit but I'll school ya yeah
I get the cash and I run it
We get the cash and we run it
Bitch get the cash and she run it, ayy
Shippin' the packs out the country, shh
Shippin' the packs out the country, ayy
Yeah, U.S. To London
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