Runnit Back

LETRA

Runnit Back

[Chorus: Q-Tip (LL COOL J)]
Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
You see us out here getting to the bag
Run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Oh no, when we get the bag
Yeah, don't you get too mad (Yo)
Run, run, run, run, run it back

[Verse 1: LL COOL J (Q-Tip)]
Yo, yo, you gettin' money, you really don't need to talk about it
Move quiet, you should try it, there's some clout around it
Chasin' hoes and overthinkin' the process
Outside of the gates spewin' the nonsense
On the phone, he beggin' women to come out
Back to back callin' until his minutes run out
Beggin' for loose change and scrapin' to maintain
On sippin' some Ace Spades and playin' with waist chains
I think you get the picture, we outside the frame
Get your Louis Hamilton on swerve, lane to lane, on gang, on gang
We brainstormin' 'til it rains and we drive our gang
Straight into the Hall of Fame
You niggas need to pay attention
I was seventeen and had 'em shippin' the Benz in (Run it back)
I was sixteen eatin' steak with Russell Simmons (Oh-oh, run it back)
I was fifteen in the basement with a vision, I could

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Run it, run it, run it, run it back
Stuff it in your Birkin bag 'cause he don't f*** with that
So just run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
We run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back

[Verse 2: LL COOL J]
Time to add to the cypher
Time is money, time to run the numbers higher
My niggas earn, hustlin' early, shit is hardwired
Photo bezel, frozen neck, all black attire
A million dollars make 'em follow a messiah
Is you a charlatan or really take 'em higher?
We in demand, distributors and suppliers
Been gettin' bands since signatures on the flyers
Listen, gotta make moves if you really want it
Desperate dudes eat your food, that's how they be on it
It's a must that we hustle today and escape from the trap
Round table discussin' the way that we get to the racks
Matter the game that you play, I'm just statin' the facts
The aim of the game to be cakin' and makin' the max
I was twenty with a stack, nineteen with a plaque
Eighteen, neck icy with my Kangol hat, I told 'em
[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
You see us out here getting to the bag
Run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Oh no, when we get the bag
Yeah, don't you get too mad
Run, run, run, run, run it back