50's & 100's
French Montana, Juicy J
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Who run it? (South Bronx) Who run it? (North Memphis, let me chirp these fools) Who run it? French got weed (hoe) French got pills (hoe) French got that work, on the corner cutting deals (hoe) French know you haters out there talking ain't for real (hoe) Never had a job, but we sitting on a mil' (hoe) Bitch, I will not stop From the back blocks I'll get you whacked, topped Watch, watch the ash drop Drinking French vodka (vodka) Riding with the blocka (blocka) Wearin' three-quarter mink, 'chilla and Chewbacca ('Bacca) I saw your main girl, and a player had to stop her (stop her) Her name wasn't Silk, but her face was the shocker Work, work, bust it down Work, work, bust it down Wrist, bust 'em down Bad bitches, bust 'em down Work, flush 'em down Ain't nothing like a movie Hit 'em on the chirp (chirp) You know they gon' do it with the Who run it? Fifties, hundreds Fifties, hundreds For the ten, twenties, fifties For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Gave a king charge to my kinfolk He stood ten toes, for you, this intro F*ck a bankroll, I need a bank full My bitch on E, but my tank full I fell in love with your BM in that Bimmer I fell in love, Aston Martin, word to Gina I can't see 'em Slick Rick with the patch on Gotta no cap the roof, got my cap on Baby, I can't see 'em That bitch a deuce, I can't see 'em That Biggie, Juice, I can't see 'em French the truth, I can't see 'em That's word to Luke, I got the gasoline, I light a match on Montana hop out with the blocka, blocka, blocka Never send a boy to do a man's job If it was me, I would've left him with a headshot How the f*ck you get your own mans robbed? Before you see me again, you get that red dot I will not stop, f*ck the opp cops And whoever f*ck with 'em, we cannot rock I will not stop, even if that block hotter Than my mama be up in the kitchen with that Crock-Pot (whip it, whip it) Yeah, mama kept me clean, now I'm filthy (I'm filthy) Bank account say something silly (silly) Ice on bright, we litty (we litty) I'm a bad boy, P-Diddy For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it (shut the f*ck up)
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Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Jordan Houston, Rakim Mayers, Sir Robert Bryson Hall, Patrick Houston, Darnell Carlton, Paul Beauregard
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