French Montana - We Run lyrics

[Intro] Who?! Who, who is this person you're talking about?! Who is this person you're talking about?! You answer me now?! ISHi?! Who is he?! Who is he?! [Hook] 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) [Verse 1: French Montana] I got dreams, cash and the cream Grind like a fiend for sh** you've never seen Watch me take it over, b**hes be coming over Money, we count it over, my n***as, they never sober I pull up in the Bent, dark tint, black gun; sippin clip Bent, clock in, 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 make the Porsche Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours I'm Tony Montana with a b**h from Atlanta At the Caesers 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 (I'm a motherf**ing coke boy) (I-I'm a motherf**ing coke boy, coke boy, coke boy) (coke-coke-coke-coke boy) (coke boy) (I-I'm a motherf**ing coke boy) [Hook] Some people, look in through the needle This isn't where we started They see you running through the fields Deep inside a capsuled, freedom, you know nothing at all We run, we run, we run We run, we run, we run We run, we run, we run We can run the world I got these funny MC's keep tryna get the lyrics I got 300 Don C's and I can barely fit them I'm like a nymphomaniac dating a schizophrenic What I said is what I get I'm bettin the head ridiculous We can run the world, just get the handcuffs off us Mr. Officer, don't want no problems I don't got no Glock, no girl, why you so forceful? It's like I'm sounding like Floyd before another bout How you n***as doing, take off, sitting on mama's couch? b**h I did that sh** with Raekwon the youngest with the clout [?] I'm forever a poet, I was never a k**er [?] when it grips, [?] Rocking on a great figure that doubled my digits [?] said I'm out of shape, n***a still running this city [Hook] Some people, look in through the needle This isn't where we started [Verse 2: Raekwon] [?] amazing in weather, rocking big leathers Catch him on the block stocking since the red jetters Monkey flipping, brand gamble with the chop headers Won't take no shorts, we don't jock n***as Fast and furious, though curious That I'll [?] 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 blame you, then fly like PamAm do Whoever said I went down? I was configurating 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 [?] [Hook] 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 run, we run, we run We run, we run, we run We can run the world [Verse 3: Raekwon — on the Spring Pieces version only] Yeah, all that [?] Revolution eyes gangstas heads broccoli [?] snipers and broccoli This is all graphic from professinal k**as, it's true Don't get excited until we tell you too Motile magnificent heavy armor rap We go until the clock stop, don't bother black dudes Billy club boys, those architects and street politics Keep it hard like scholarships Stadium sh**, listen 2 bars exemplified All I know is some came and some died But from the cloth to the wardrobe fly, rich Intelligent drama king is interchangeable like the Morris code