We Run
Who?!
Who, who is this person you're talking about?!
Who is this person you're talking about?!
Too hard for me now?!
ISHi?!
Who is him?!
Who is he?!
We can run the world, we can, we can run the world
We can run the world, we can, we can run the world
We can run the world, we can, we can run the world
Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?
Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?
Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?
(Haaan)
I got dreams, cash and the cream
Ground like a fiend for shit you've never seen
Watch me take it over, bitch they coming over
Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober
I pull up in a Bent, dark tint, black gun sippin' clear
Bent, Clark Kent, black shoes, my attitude's
Fuck for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottle
Fifth clap skater lap, all black Raider hat
Served the customers to custom made the Porsche
Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours
I'm Tony Montana with a bitch from Atlanta
At the Caesar Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haan
Dirty money hit me like a needle
Got me standing on the street like the Beatles
I'm a motherfucking coke boy
Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy
So people, looking through the needle
This isn't where we started
They see you're running to the fields
Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all
We run
We run
We run
We can run the world
Who, who is this person you're talking about?!
Who is this person you're talking about?!
Too hard for me now?!
ISHi?!
Who is him?!
Who is he?!
We can run the world, we can, we can run the world
We can run the world, we can, we can run the world
We can run the world, we can, we can run the world
Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?
Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?
Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?
(Haaan)
I got dreams, cash and the cream
Ground like a fiend for shit you've never seen
Watch me take it over, bitch they coming over
Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober
I pull up in a Bent, dark tint, black gun sippin' clear
Bent, Clark Kent, black shoes, my attitude's
Fuck for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottle
Fifth clap skater lap, all black Raider hat
Served the customers to custom made the Porsche
Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours
I'm Tony Montana with a bitch from Atlanta
At the Caesar Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haan
Dirty money hit me like a needle
Got me standing on the street like the Beatles
I'm a motherfucking coke boy
Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy
So people, looking through the needle
This isn't where we started
They see you're running to the fields
Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all
We run
We run
We run
We can run the world
Credits
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Eshraque Mughal, Karim Kharbouch, Sebastian Per Emil Lundberg, Corey Todd Woods
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