Who Runnin the City
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
PMG (HBL)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Wrap up a block
300 broken down in my socks
We got them sticks, we got them mops
Twelve frontin' gonna get they ass shot
For one of us, couple bodies will drop
We get to stuntin' 'cause we came from nothin
Fast cars makes us feel like it something
We know it could all just end so sudden
(Lil' bitch)
Twenty three in my hood is a miracle
You feel the hate when they stare at you
Where your dreams suppose to come from
When you got nothin to compare it to
Drown it out with the weed and the bitches
Chocolate body lookin warm and delicious
Dusse shots, Dusse shots
Throw it back like it's nobody business
Your friend kind of hot, don't say she not
And you know her ass look phat
I ain't know she had an ass like that
Let her man know we'll pass right back
Thirty bad bitches, can we fuck 'em all
Baby daddies, we done pissed 'em off
Ballin' out 'til the money call
If someone shot, I was not involved
What you think you got a 4, 5, 6?
Pussy nigga better hold my dick
I'm a knock him out, If his man front
Little nigga better fold to my stick
The city is mine
It's just a matter of time
My wifey, she bad
She know that she fine
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Bad bitches, got 'em all on my dick
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Ex's mad 'cause they know that I'm lit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
PMG everywhere that you go
New designer from my head to my toe
Tell 'em let it go, or just let it go
Dusse bottle, tell her pass us some mo'
Bad bitches, got 'em all on my dick
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Ex's mad 'cause they know that I'm lit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this money got em all on my body
Take yo' wifey treat the bitch like a thotty
Tommy gun got me feelin' like Gotti
Whippin' this Ghost, they callin' me Tommy
Wantin' power got you aiming for STARZ
Wantin' the bitches, wantin' the cars
I'm in the trap, going to hard
Big fish in this world of ours
Fast cars in the fast lane
Death lurkin' in the fast game
Worth it all when the cash came
Make the teller use my last name
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
(Yeah, yeah)
Foreign cars when we back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
PMG (HBL)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Wrap up a block
300 broken down in my socks
We got them sticks, we got them mops
Twelve frontin' gonna get they ass shot
For one of us, couple bodies will drop
We get to stuntin' 'cause we came from nothin
Fast cars makes us feel like it something
We know it could all just end so sudden
(Lil' bitch)
Twenty three in my hood is a miracle
You feel the hate when they stare at you
Where your dreams suppose to come from
When you got nothin to compare it to
Drown it out with the weed and the bitches
Chocolate body lookin warm and delicious
Dusse shots, Dusse shots
Throw it back like it's nobody business
Your friend kind of hot, don't say she not
And you know her ass look phat
I ain't know she had an ass like that
Let her man know we'll pass right back
Thirty bad bitches, can we fuck 'em all
Baby daddies, we done pissed 'em off
Ballin' out 'til the money call
If someone shot, I was not involved
What you think you got a 4, 5, 6?
Pussy nigga better hold my dick
I'm a knock him out, If his man front
Little nigga better fold to my stick
The city is mine
It's just a matter of time
My wifey, she bad
She know that she fine
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Bad bitches, got 'em all on my dick
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Ex's mad 'cause they know that I'm lit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
PMG everywhere that you go
New designer from my head to my toe
Tell 'em let it go, or just let it go
Dusse bottle, tell her pass us some mo'
Bad bitches, got 'em all on my dick
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Ex's mad 'cause they know that I'm lit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this money got em all on my body
Take yo' wifey treat the bitch like a thotty
Tommy gun got me feelin' like Gotti
Whippin' this Ghost, they callin' me Tommy
Wantin' power got you aiming for STARZ
Wantin' the bitches, wantin' the cars
I'm in the trap, going to hard
Big fish in this world of ours
Fast cars in the fast lane
Death lurkin' in the fast game
Worth it all when the cash came
Make the teller use my last name
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
(Yeah, yeah)
Foreign cars when we back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Who runnin' the city
PMG, it's just the Money Gang
Black house where the hunnies hang
Bag talk it's just a money thing
Who runnin' the city
Foreign cars when back out
Foreign bitches takin' Dusse shots
Keep goin' 'til they black out
Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Kronemberg
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