All the smoke up in the air
Bitches know I run it (Sketo)
Cashing out like I don't care
Know I'm throwing hundreds (Yeah)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (That's right)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (Let's go)
Tipping it back, I'm flushing a shot
Bitches get nasty, thinking I'm not (Bow, bow)
I'm in the light and I'm flooding the spot
Ya'll is my kiddos, I'm wiping yo snot (Brr)
I'm with the ones who is running it up
Bitch, I'm the one who gon say its enough (Bow, bow, bow)
Breathin your air, I'm breathin your puff
Undoin buttons, I loosen the cuff (Retro)
We do it live, you already know
Line up the dust, yea, we doing blow (Brr, brr)
Already down, yea, they on the floor
Head at the ceiling, I'm in control
I'm 18, like a Jetta
Move to the backseat if I tell her
Rolling my blunt, yea, if I let her
It's in yo best interest to do better (Woah)
She mine inna day, yea I'm in my prime
She tryna get in, she get in the line
Say I know her, no, I never
I get the drip, yea, getting wetter
Grabbing my arm, she know she mine
I'm on the clock, like all the time (Bow, bow)
I had like 15, I forget her
They mighta spiked shit like I set her (Boom, boom)
All the smoke up in the air (Yeah, yeah)
Bitches know I run it
Cashing out like I don't care
Know I'm throwing hundreds (Yeah)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (Alright)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (Yeah)
In yo lungs and you might choke
Bitches got the heady
On your lips before I spoke
You done know I'm ready (Bow)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (Sketo)
I got the gold in the blue like I'm Messi
I'm getting high with the bar to impress me
Call me Tyreek with the ball, you ain't catch me (Yeah)
Alla the opps on my ass like they zesty (What, what)
Roll in the Benz, she doing the bends
Getting this product, means to an end
She in my bed
Getting it messy again
Shawty gon twirl and she spin
Drinkin this red like I'm gonna ascend
Set the foundation, you bitches blend (Yeah)
In with the crowd and in with the fans (Yeah, yeah)
Get me the rubber, and I'm talking bands
Got her a pen and she give me the digits
One hand on the watch cause I don't need the minutes
I pull up get high how I'm pushing the limits
This little bitch quiet how I can hear crickets (Shh, shh)
I know I exhibit
How imma go pass all these midgets
This lil boy ain't sell no tickets
I'm Lesch with the snippets (Right)
I'm traveling, ain't with the pivots
I know that she scheduling visits
She'll never admit it (That's right)
But she wanting me, she religious
She jump on me like she with ribbots
I'm cutting the ribbons
Yea, I got the key to the city
The government know I'm ambitious (Yeah)
All the smoke up in the air
Bitches know I run it (Sketo)
Cashing out like I don't care
Know I'm throwing hundreds (Yeah, yeah)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (Yeah)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah (That's right)
In yo lungs and you might choke
Bitches got the heady
On your lips before I spoke
You done know I'm ready (Yeah, yeah)
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah
Oh I'm cloud-running, woah