French Montana - We Run Ny lyrics

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 sh** you've never seen Watch me take it over, b**h they coming over Money, we count it over, my n***as, they never sober I pull up in a Bent, dark tint, black gun sippin' clear Bent, Clark Kent, black shoes, my attitude's f** 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 b**h 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 motherf**ing 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 King amazing in weather, rocking big leathers Catch him on the block stocking since the red jetters Monkey flipping, bread gamble with the chop headers Won't take no shorts, we don't jock n***as Fast and furious, though curious That I'll put up if you're from your home Julius Just bounce, drop the Uzi and fly, meet you at the Ritz Sweet 19 and switch up the whips, yo Young De Niro, the black hand, mafia gang land Where n***as bang out and do the same jam I be in Brazil stroking 'em down And for the hell I blam you, then fly like Pan Am do Whoever said I went down? I was configuratin' this money To feed my babies monthly and retire But now I'm more larger, smarter, call me the martyr This separating me from these authors 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 At all At all You know nothing at all