Yeah i'm way too hot to care about love, yeah
I been working way too hard to care about fun, yeah
She gone cut you off cause you ain't popping like you was, yeah
Yeah my stock hold wait feel like 500 tons, yeah
And i aint beefing over petty shit so bitch you better run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
Don't make me tell yo ass to run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
You won't catch me running round, worried bout no girl
I got bitches hella bad, bad as a referral
Yo crew like a boy band, go and sing to pearl
Felt like he was gone cross me so i slimed him out, a dirty world
Im in her mouth like toothpick
Hating ass keep yo two cents
Lil shawty get sticky like glue stick
Tryna figure out where my roof went
Like oh my god, Dios mío
She checking all on me just like she my PO
I feel like im Galilei, Galileo
You need you a telescope to see what we on
I pull up like sak pase, that's the Creole
When i feel like death around, i get chills
Yeah, flick on the switch, she turn to a tic
Up under the moon feel like a lunatic
I aint lying like y'all but y'all had me conviced
When im spitting that crack imma have that bitch drenched
Its 555 up in the lottery pick
Yeah i'm way too hot to care about love, yeah
I been working way too hard to care about fun, yeah
She gone cut you off cause you ain't popping like you was, yeah
Yeah my stock hold wait feel like 500 tons, yeah
And i aint beefing over petty shit so bitch you better run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
Don't make me tell yo ass to run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
Yeah, this shit like a track race
We had that boy run on foot
That boy in a rat race, he might get everybody booked
Im chefing like Gordon, im Ramses
Gone get you cooked
Monica Lewinsky, she give me that up in the cut, yeah
Reach inside the Marc Jacobs, you better run (yeah)
What i tote inside this tote hit like a Tommy Gun (yeah)
Tell the teller add it up cause I'm so adamant
That dog that broke up out the vet, he rocking Vetement
You won't catch me running round, worried bout no girls
I got bitches hella bad, bad as a referral
Yo crew like a boy band, go and sing to pearl
Felt like he was gone cross me so i slimed him
Yeah i'm way too hot to care about love, yeah
I been working way too hard to care about fun, yeah
She gone cut you off cause you ain't popping like you was, yeah
Yeah my stock hold wait feel like 500 tons, yeah
And i aint beefing over petty shit so bitch you better run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
Don't make me tell yo ass to run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run