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