Who Run It (Remix)

[Verse]
Who run it
Been runnin' this shit, I ran it
Took off from there l landed
It’s the takeover, we not playing
Didn’t l takeover, I’m just saying
Finna go look at some new diamonds
Been running through bags like Usain
Give me the top, none basic
Them hoes exotic, ain’t none basic
Fo'nem on call, they all waiting
This GTA shit, don’t get wasted
I’m doing two hundred, got shit waisting
Real big payments, I’m impatient
Saint Laurent, we invading
I drop that bag and evade it
She drop that ass, l betray it
It ain’t 'bout money, l delay it
She know l ball, I Fila it
And fo'nem got drums they parading
Bet you don’t get far, they not playin'
Dick in her liver, I’m not stayin'
Did it myself, not owing no nigga
Don’t try it, got choppers from Iran
I walk in the bank when the check in
I left your hoe 'sleep at the Weston
She lucky she even got in there
I told that bitch slide with her best friend
That hundred, we jamming that in there
It’s a quarter for you and you best friends
She eat me up while I’m driving
I’m tryna record her with my left hand
I paid a G for my sneakers bitch
These ain’t no regular Adidas, hah
Have fo'nem parked outside your shit
Like your shit a arena
I’m up on Hollywood Boulevard
Fo'nem with me, not a bodyguard
Try it, you know they be choppin' shit
Might turn this bitch to a lumberyard
I was the first one in SRT
And I drove that bitch like a bumper car
I got your bitch up on DVD
Ain’t got a heart, need another heart
Roc, he'll circle around your block
On point like he really can’t find a park
Pop out you only gon' see a spark
Police said they only seen a dart
I got ten K in my joggers, ayy
You don’t want problems
Five on your head, niggas gon' pop out your closet
Smokin' biscotti, too much gelato
Feel like I’m sitting on a rocket
Ain’t no more space in my pockets
Ain’t no more space in my closet either
I just be thinking 'bout profit
I'm in the coupe with a mamacita
She only good for the noggin
That bitch know she got a mouth on her
She eat me up then I’m out on her
No we don’t play with the police games
She know we put a route on her
Look I ain't shit, with another one
Nothing was given l ran it up, bitch

[Outro]
C-D-O-T man
Honcho Gang shit, you already know what the fuck goin' on, ayy