Run It
TM88 & Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics


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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 the Jabbawockee
I stack cheese like it's melting on broccoli
I'm beating the pussy, I'm using karate
I was in the trap, seen a chrome Maserati
Stack paper 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 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 really want a wedding ring
Kaepernick, gotta take 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 at Sunday (trust me)
Know I'll be rich, yeah, one day (trust me)

(Trust me) niggas wanna be just like me (trust me)
Superhero, black lightning (trust me)
Got my Yeezi in the crowd, team Nike (trust me)
Pull out the crown, she wifey (trust me)
Ayy, you in your feelings, I'm numb to the bullshit
Smoke it up now, 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 and shinin', this shit make me foolish

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

Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)
Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up, run it up, run it up)
Yeah, the Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up)
Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)
Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up)
Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)

Nigga not gang, I don't know him
I'm in Chiraq, shoutout foe'nem
I feel like Shaq, I'm O'Neal
They 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, jewels on me
I buy 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)

Overall Meaning

In the song "Run it," TM88 and Pi'erre Bourne express their determination to make money and their willingness to distance themselves from people who are not aligned with their goals. The lyrics convey the idea of being focused on their work and the pursuit of wealth. They acknowledge that there are people who are not worth their time and energy and that their money talks for them. They boast about their success and the lifestyle that they can afford, thanks to their hard work and success in the music industry. They also mention their interest in women and their love for luxury items such as designer clothing.


The lyrics are filled with metaphors and similes that paint vivid pictures of their lifestyle. For example, they compare their diamonds to the dancing style of the Jabbawockeez, a dance crew known for their unique style of wearing masks and gloves. They also compare the melting of the cheese on broccoli to the act of stacking cheese as it melts, which is a metaphor for accumulating wealth.


The chorus serves as a reminder of their determination to succeed and to depend only on themselves. They use the phrase "Depend on us" to emphasize their self-reliance and their confidence in their skills and abilities. They are not afraid to take risks and to put in the hard work required to achieve their goals.


Overall, the lyrics of "Run it" speak to the ambition and drive of TM88 and Pi'erre Bourne, as well as their confidence in themselves and their vision for the future.


Line by Line Meaning

We don't fuck with you no more 'cause niggas be flawed as hell
We don't associate with you anymore because you have too many flaws and issues.


And you know I'm 'bout my coins like I'm bout to toss in a well
I value my money greatly.


And my money talking crazy, shit be tight as hell
I have a lot of money, and it seems to be making a lot of noise.


Diamonds dance like the Jabbawockee
My diamond jewelry is sparkling and shining.


I stack cheese like it's melting on broccoli
I am accumulating money quickly and efficiently.


I'm beating the pussy, I'm using karate
I am having sex and am skilled at it.


I was in the trap, seen a chrome Maserati
I was in the drug-slinging business and witnessed a nice car.


Stack paper up, read about it
I am making a lot of money and am proud of it.


Said she wanna fuck, give me your body
She expressed interest in having sex with me.


I'm in the truck, girl, be my driver
I am in a vehicle and want her to drive it.


Said she gon' suck, sloppy toppy
She said she wants to perform oral sex on me.


I don't know what you want from me
I am unsure of your intentions.


Nigga can't get no songs for free
I won't give you any songs for free.


She wanna give me everything
She wants to give me all her love and affection.


I just really want a piece
I only want a small part of her love and affection.


She really want a wedding ring
She desires to be married.


Kaepernick, gotta take a knee
In reference to Colin Kaepernick taking a knee during the national anthem, I must take a stand for what I believe in.


Why y'all wanna settle me
Why are you trying to hold me back?


How that nigga get that cheese
How did that guy become so successful and wealthy?


Countin' my money every Monday (trust me)
I am counting my money every week and it's a lot.


Rockin' ice-cream, no sundae (trust me)
I am wearing expensive and flashy jewelry.


We gon' switch at Sunday (trust me)
We'll change things up and be even better next week.


Know I'll be rich, yeah, one day (trust me)
I firmly believe that I will become even more wealthy eventually.


(Trust me) niggas wanna be just like me (trust me)
I know that other guys want to be like me.


Superhero, black lightning (trust me)
I feel like a superhero and am powerful.


Got my Yeezi in the crowd, team Nike (trust me)
I am wearing Yeezys while surrounded by people wearing Nike gear.


Pull out the crown, she wifey (trust me)
I'm showing off my success and my girl is amazing.


Ayy, you in your feelings, I'm numb to the bullshit
You're emotional and stressed, but I don't let things bother me.


Smoke it up now, rollin' a tulip
I am smoking weed now and rolling it into a joint.


I got her wet like she jumped off a cruise ship
I turned her on and made her aroused.


Dive in her pussy so I never lose it
I am having sex with her and don't want to lose it.


Keep on a rubber, yes I gotta use it
I am using a condom during sex.


Smoking and shinin', this shit make me foolish
I am smoking and feeling a bit foolish.


Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)
You can trust us to make a lot of money.


Yeah, the Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up)
We were meant to make a lot of money.


Nigga not gang, I don't know him
I don't associate with someone who isn't in my gang.


I'm in Chiraq, shoutout foe'nem
I am in Chicago and giving a shoutout to my friends.


I feel like Shaq, I'm O'Neal
I feel as dominant and powerful as Shaquille O'Neal.


They beat your own ass, Jermaine O'Neal
Jermaine O'Neal got beat up because he tried to fight people on his own.


Nigga talk money, that's my old deal
I've been talking about and making money for a long time.


I just met Howie deal or no deal
I recently met Howie Mandel, host of the game show 'Deal or No Deal'.


She wanna ride like a four-wheel
She wants to have sex like she's riding a four-wheeler.


Amateur bitch, she got no skill
She's not very good at sex.


Rafs on my feet, I keep a tab on me
I am wearing Raf Simons shoes and keeping my money close.


I feel like I'm Santana, jewels on me
I feel like a guitar god and am wearing a lot of jewelry.


I buy what I want, a spoiled brat I be
I am spoiled and buy whatever I want.


I get what I want 'cause all this cash on me
I can get whatever I want because I have a lot of money.


All this cash (on me)
I have a lot of money.


Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me)
I have a lot of money.


All these racks (on me)
I have a lot of money.


Racks, racks, racks (on me, on me, on me)
I have a lot of money.


Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, run it
Let's go and make a lot of money.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Lesidney Ragland

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