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We don't fuck with you no more cause niggas be flawed as hell
And you know I'm bout my coins like I'm bout to toss in a well
And my money talking crazy, shit be tight as hell
Diamonds dance like a Jabbawockee
I stack cheese like it's melting on broccoli
Beating the pussy of karate
I was in a trance seen
Step people up, read about it
Said she wanna fuck, 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
Nigga can't get no songs for free
She wanna give me everything
I just really want a piece
She rеally want a wedding ring
Kaepernick, gotta takе a knee
Why y'all wanna settle me
How that nigga get that cheese
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah trust me
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah trust me, trust me
Countin' my money every Monday trust me
Rockin' ice-cream, no sundae trust me
We gon' switch on Sunday trust me
No one be rich, yeah, one day trust me
Nigga 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 bullshit
Smoke it up all rollin' a tulip
I got her wet like she jumped off a cruise ship
Dive in her pussy so I never lose it
Keep on a rubber, yes I gotta use it
Smoking this this shit make me foolish

Bridge
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah
Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, run it

Hook
Pen on us, we just gon' run it up ay, run it up
Pen on us, we just gon' run it up ay, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Pen on us, we just gon' run it up ay, run it up
Pen on us, we just gon' run it up ay, run it up
Pen on us, we was post to run it up ay, run it up
Pen on us, we just gon' run it up ay, run it up

Verse 2
Nigga not gang, I don't know him
I'm in Chiraq, shoutout foe'nem
Feel like Shaq, I don't O'Neal
The beat your own ass, Jermaine O'Neal
Nigga talk money, that's my old deal
I just met Howie deal or no deal
She wanna ride like a four-wheel
Amateur bitch, she got no skill
Rafs on my feet, I keep a tab on me
I feel like I'm Santana Juelz welds on me
I get 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