Run It

Yo, what up? Lou Daddy
You know I'm on my boss shit again
Now I got some bosses with me, you know what I'm saying
Yo, talk to em, my nigga

I'm infatuated with money and the hoes
So many tattoos, I'm worth more than you niggas and droves
This is not a box, but this a photo
Car's so cold, man, you need to wear a fur coat

Four zips, pole, got me walking round slow-mo
Everybody saying, man, you should've went solo
But they don't really know, though, this is how we do it
Steal from the rich and bring it back to the hood

Quarter pound of good, got my tour bus musty
Polo, rugby, your hoe gon' hug me
If I was you, man, I wouldn't trust me
All this bling gon' make your hoe fuck me

I'm running, running, running, running with the pack
I'm running, running, running, running, I'll run it back
I'm running, running, running, running with the pack
I'm running, running, running, running, I'll run it back

I'm running, running, running, running with the pack
I'm running, running, running, running, I'll run it back
I'm running, running, running, running with the pack
I'm running, running, running, running, I'll run it back

Polo with the squad, four car, step out
and these bitches like oh, god
Frequency going so hard, Lu-G haven't sent me back
They like, you can't have that pack up here Pussle in my blood, I had to run it back

No quarter, I got her wet with no water She said she in the pain, but she don't want
no torture Gonna be a hot summer, call it a scorcher
And I'm lightin' up the scene, me and my team, Frequency
The name is Lu-G from the 603, That got Demand with two chains

I got them thangs, I'm running
With the Pack I'm running
Runnin' back I'm running
With the Pack I'm running

Back I'm running
With the Pack I'm running
Back I'm running
I run and run and run and run and I run it back