[Intro] You know what I’m saying? Still that n***a man, Yeah the lord’s back Know what I’m saying, they say pearls are for a pretty boy Shout outs my n***a G-Herbo, my n***a Lil Uzi Vert one time Shout out Three Six Mafia [Verse 1] I don’t play like your parents son Thought I made that apparent Thats a hundred for a ‘Claren or something ‘nother hundred for a parison Race Tyler, the McLaren Drive ‘Raris like Ferrison Cop my Karats from Carring dammit Make a b**h wanna stare, or something n***as stare, you queer son You’s a b**h, yeah we stay done Chose a whip but I’m staying sunny Diamonds sunny like I’m Cher or something Smiley faces with the gla**es Fashion brands invite you to Paris Boy you late that’s a demerit, dang it Get f**ing maggot brain having Rappers claiming the trap and the fashion They only got Louis and the trap Im causing the flood and the traffic The way that you be moving is whack All of them rumours is facts They’ve been in clap for the clapback Your baby mama a nag nag Nag nag nag nag [Chorus] Who run it? Who run it? New money blue hundreds Two hundred, on the dash ba*tard life, who run it? Catch a blue hundred I do run it, I do run it I do run it, I do run it