[DJ Paul & Juicy J] Who run it? (South Bronx) Who run it? (North Memphis, let me chirp these fools) Who run it?
[French Montana] French got weed (Ho) French got pills (Ho) French got that work, on the corner cutting deals (Ho) French know you haters out there talking ain´t for real (Ho) Never had a job, but we sitting on a mil´ (Ho) Bitch, I will not stop From the back blocks I´ll get you whacked, topped Watch, watch the ash drop Drinking French vodka (Vodka) Riding with the blocka (Blocka) Wearin´ three-quarter mink, ´chilla and Chewbacca (´Bacca) I saw your main girl, and a playa had to stop her (Stop her)
Her name wasn´t Silk, but her face was the shocker Work, work, bust it down Work, work, bust it down Wrist, bust ´em down Bad bitches, bust ´em down Work, flush ´em down Ain´t nothing like a movie Hit ´em on the chirp (Chirp) You know they gon´ do it with the Who run it? Fifties, hundreds Fifties, hundreds For the ten, twenties, fifties
[French Montana] For the fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it For the fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it
[French Montana] Gave a king charge to my kinfolk He stood ten toes, for you, this intro Fuck a bankroll, I need a bank full My bitch on E, but my tank full I fell in love with your BM in that Bimmer I fell in love, Aston Martin, word to Gina I can´t see ´em Slick Rick with the patch on Gotta no cap the roof, got my cap on Baby, I can´t see ´em
That bitch a deuce, I can´t see ´em That Biggie, Juice, I can´t see ´em French the truth, I can´t see ´em I swear to Luke, I got the gasoline, I light a match on Montana hop out with the blocka, blocka, blocka
[Juicy J] Never send a boy to do a man´s job If it was me, I would´ve left him with a headshot How the fuck you get your own mans robbed? Before you see me again, you get that red dot I will not stop, fuck the opp cops And whoever fuck with ´em, we cannot rock I will not stop, even if that block hotter Than my mama be up in the kitchen with that crock pot (Whip it, whip it) Yeah, mama kept me clean, now I´m filthy (I´m filthy)
Bank account say something silly (Silly) Ice on bright, we litty (We litty) I´m a bad boy, P-Diddy
[French Montana & Juicy J] For the fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it For the fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon´ for sure split it (Shut the fuck up)