Run It Meek Mill (Ft. Joyner Lucas & Timbaland)

[Intro: Timbaland]
Yeah, what?
Huh, what?
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cuban Linx and kilos, we might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka, take his bitch like I was Deebo
Got the .45 in the 6, call it Cee-Lo
Buyin' bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (Hol up!)
All of my niggas official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whippin' the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talkin' 'bout business with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's cray, new toys, lets play
I brought Spades, with the Dusse, like poof, let's trade
I must say, I get money, fuck 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
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a spaceship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin' niggas
Five pull this TEC, blow the whistle, I'm official nigga