[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