Jeremih - Who Run It lyrics

Yeah, yeah Chains off, chains on Bug shot, now I got my aim on Any track I was ever featured on I done done my thing on it You could put CB, Ty, Trey or T-Pain on it If you talkin’ Weeknd and Bruno Mars I could still hang on it Lil’ mama give me head ’til I’m dead, I call it brainstormin’ You ain’t even halfway ‘Yonce, I could put a ring on it Pop, country, rap, trap, punk, rock, I could still sing on it On the block with’ n***as big as Shaq but I could still hang on it 3 story, no story, no Tory, this a different lane on ’em Lane to lane, white ghost, red gust, that’s a candy cane, homie Everybody wanna be the king but who gon’ make the claim for it I’ma say me for the moment [?] So [?], I ain’t scared or nothin’ Chicago made me a bear or somethin’ I just skydive, I’m so live, you could catch me comin’ out the air or somethin’ Lost some n***as gettin’ this money, still got a pocket full of dead homies Got a bad b**h with’ a head on her Versace robe, two bands for it It’s God’s plan, I ain’t playin’ for it I’m just tryna be the landlord I came to f** up the buildin’ Hitman, I’m gon’ make a k**in’ I’m used to shoppin’ at Sears, now I be shoppin’ with Siri Used to be stealin’ cologne, now I be stealin’ your b**hes Yeah Nah mean? [?] slow it down, you know? Go the other way on ’em Yeah Pull up to the Valley, car got no keys Diamond pinky ring cost a low key Make a play [?], you should proceed Big ballin’, put the money on the flo’ seats Bank account always doin’ backflips Used to have the walls and the matress Numbers still the same since the old me Don’t get it f**ed up, I ain’t the old me Who run it? Now who run it? My pockets on cucumber I’ma have yo’ girl over Have her speakin’ boonomics Got the Kevin Gates, I got that two phones, I got two numbers Ain’t talking YouTube numbers I could take a few summers