Who Run It
Ooh I run this shit
You're running outta breath
Ran through a 100 bricks and I ain't got none left
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No mam!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got none left
All these new niggas, who are you niggas
These first time buyin' gator tennis shoe niggas
All these new niggas, who are you niggas
These first time buyin' gator tennis shoe niggas
All these new niggas, who are you niggas
These first time buyin' gator tennis shoe niggas
The club can't hold us, don't know what to do with us
We ship out to get crazy, they run and come and get us
Now I'm gon' drive em crazy, like I just left the dealer
Like I met a bad bitch, first night she let me drill her
I know you think you're ill, but I'm iller
Keep a chocolate bad bitch, white girl named vanilla
Hey, say you a upset, Biggie say you a upset
Point 'em out if you see somebody that you don't fuck with
Bitch I'm the king, I'm the boss, the head nigga in charge
I'm a dog, I'm a beast
I go hard, don't forget
Ooh I run this shit
You're running outta breath
Ran through a 100 bricks and I ain't got none left
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No mam!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got none left
Ooh I run this shit
OK I'm getting down
Ran through a thousand pounds, hey what it do now?
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No mam!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got none left
Bill time, can't afford to kill time
They might let you rob them, I cant let you steal mine
You know I'ma still shine
Grew up with the crips, but I'm color blind
I get money I fuck with the gangsters
This is not swagger, this is called ballin'
See shawty left me, now the hoe a shopacholic
And don't I run this bitch, me and who I'm running with?
You ain't running nothing but your mouth, you could suck a dick
You ain't running through the south, I don't see you in the Bricks
You don't know 'bout Cashville, how much hood does it get?
All these new niggas, don't know what to do niggas
First time buyin' Gucci tennis shoe niggas
I run this bitch
Ooh I run this shit
You're running outta breath
Ran through a 100 bricks and I ain't got none left
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No mam!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got none left
Ooh I run this shit
OK I'm getting down
Ran through a thousand pounds, hey what it do now?
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No mam!)
I ain't got nothin' for you (No sir!)
I ain't got none left
Autor(es): David Darnell Brown