We Run the City (feat. Brooklyn Queen, Troi, Lana LaDonna & K. Lajuan)

Yeah, woke up, racin' to the money, got straight to the finish Bitches don't be runnin' to the bank, they run straight to the clinic Anytime they mention CEO, I be standin' on business Anytime I hear about you niggas, it's scammin' or snitchin Tell him, find somethin' safe to do, I don't know play fair Everybody heard about yo drought, we just ain't care Yo baby daddy broke, he can't even help you with daycare Uber there and back, he ain't even lettin' you stay there Hearin' all them blows from you hoes, but y'all ain't hit hard Every time yo nigga pull up, he in his bitch car Bitch Tried it, smellin' like Black and Milds and discharge Bad credit, no bank balances, Just a bridge card How you say yo spot Doin' numbers? it ain't no cash there See you niggas still postin' money pics from last year I was doin Forbes list numbers in a bad year Tellin' bitches I don't wanna see nothin' but the bag clear They tryna lil' pup me, nah, bitch, I'm a big dog Y'all ain't lit around the city, knock that shit off I be shinin' in the dark with my kit on Really had my way any thrown I want I'ma sit on Yeah, all my views come with commas In the city, I won't see you bitches, we are not in common I don't even like to beef with bitches, keep the drama I respond to disrespect and now they callin' me the problem Uh, bitch, take that up with your mama See me livin' life and she wishin' she would've swallowed They put you on the flyer, but that don't make you no model He take you to the club, can't even buy you a bottle We are not the same, they can't put you in no lane with me Difference is, y'all be in my business, I be stayin' busy If you ever see me in the mix, know it's gang with me Can't trip bout a fake, bitch, this what came with it My name still in rooms I'm not in These hoes don't like me, but they wanna be friends I don't beef with bitches, I ain't like you to begin And I'm not into faking and hoes plastic, play pretend Somethin' like a booze, we ain't into missin' targets I be ridin' with the chopper like a plug, I spark it All my bitches fightin', shoot glocks, don't get us started I leave hoes shitty, got them smellin' like they farted Uh, I'm done bein' nice, cause these niggas don't deserve it Pull up and give me head, call it curbside service Anything I said or I did was on purpose And you still can't get the cat no matter how much I be flirtin Bitches hate my guts cause I'm pretty and I'm perfect Fuckin' with the biggest, told that nigga don't be nervous Swore he was a scholar, ate his pussy with a purpose Said he wanna fuck, I want some land and a Birkin Bad lil' bitch, yeah, you see it Ain't been ran through so all these niggas like I need it She tastin' pussy on her nigga, breath' and I'm the reason Anytime that I'm an option, bitches, it's defeated I can guarantee it What God put on my plate, bitch, I'ma eat it You do whatever niggas say, I swear, bitches the sweetest I'm the glue that make this shit stick I'm the motherfuckin' most wanted on yo nigga hit list Life gave me lemons, I made lemon drop, drop, drops I got what you need, baby, come and shop, shop, shop Pussy make him dizzy, yeah, I got that wock, wock, wock Every time he in it, make him diddy, bop, bop, bop Let's be real for a second, bitches jokes and this shit is tryouts Pull up on the bitch, then put her out, this is my house Might just pull down on her nigga, this is my spouse Sittin' on his lip, sinkin', I love this new couch Thank me later, I fuck with him to do him how he do you You actin' like a weak bitch, I'm his karma, do him crucial Ain't pressed him about hoes, shit in the cut, I keep a few too Talk to him disrespectful, doin' shit that he ain't used to Bitches talkin' like they blow, shit must be dick with they friends Bitch, it's yo business to keep up, but what ain't up is yo bands Peep that I was bout my business from across the room Approach me with a purpose and some substance, I got attitude Only checkin' for the bag, fuck some feelings, time to take flight Take naps throughout the day, barely get rest, work through midnight Know that I be lyin' when I tell him that I love him When I see him, know it's fuckin' up his head that I don't touch him Ha-ha-ha-ha, real CEO shit Yeah, we run the city, let's go