VERSE 1

I can’t f*** with N***** that ain’t bout s***

Claim they wanna get money but ain’t bout s***

You pocket watching n***** that ain’t boss s***

Can’t make moves standing still that’s some lost s***

I want it all on repeat repatition mane

Threw a bag made it back that’s a boomerang

Loose bands on the floor girl that’s pocket change

Half a milli for the deal that was pocket change

Count it up for me shawty she my winter thang

Them summer number ringing bells need a wedding rang

I love the money whole lotta balling goin on like a athlete

Running through the numbers check the score imma mathlete

Chorus 1

Run it run it run it yea baby imma mathlete

Run it run it run it yea check the score, whole lotta balling going on like a athlete run them number up thumbing through it imma mathlete

Verse 2

B**** I had to earn a bag

She think she slick talking s*** for a burkin bag

You know its in you it ain’t on you on you ain’t born with that

You wasn’t with on them flats in the cadilac

I lost it all and I had to get it back

Sonic dash for the bag I was on my last

Shut ya mouth throw it back you might leave with that

Im making plays for the bands like a quarter back

From the to the streets to the suburbs to the plane

Infinity links chains dancing in the rain

R.I.P. to takeoff inspired by his name

Im bout to takeoff I been soaking up the game mane

Chorus 2

Run it run it run it yea baby imma mathlete

Run it run it run it yea check the score, whole lotta balling going on like a athlete run them number up thumbing through it imma mathlete