run the world
I said pick ya feet up baby girl
I know you know how to run the world
I'd do anything to make it work
Might not be the last but you'll stay the first
And wake up on the 2nd, change my terms
Damn you never change, I never learn
I want my casket white, forget the urn
Mama said she knew since birth
Imma be somebody, yeah I run my turf
I said that the dirts just dirt
If the grass look greener, well then better your earth
Sayin' that her new man works
But she's sending me snapchats in my shirt
Let me guess, yeah the price absurd
Dammit I just really want a better life for her
I just hope you know now
I'm a couple flights away, I'm on the road now
Damn my shawty keep on tellin' me to slow down
But it's 30,000 people singing so loud
I said pick ya feet up baby girl
I know you know how to run the world
I'd do anything to make it work
Might not be the last but you'll stay the first
Damn I got sidetracked
But I'm back now
TSA, made it through the pat down
We in France, bitch we did another a round
I got fans all across the fucking map now
From the Ville, but I had to switch the background
No chill, Imma go chill up with Jack
How did a young kid do it like me
Only took 3 years, started 2019
It ain't no discussion
I know that the more bread, it's just more assumptions
Said she came from Morehead, you know how I'm cumming
Damn 'lil shawty got the floor wet, that shit ain't from plumbing
Bitch I'm like the off brand
Good luck tryna seal me
Note to all the labels, it's a bitch to try and deal me
Note to all the people, please don't ever try and feel me
Brodie tried to snake again, I swear this shit is eel-y
Yes I keep the stick with me, I promise that I'm weary
He just got shot in the achilles
Said I'm done, playing round with these fake kids
I might have to stomp him out, do it in my asic's
Not the nike's, they too basic
If we leave a mess call the janitor, he erase it
Yeah my brother he just called
Said he copped a beamer, spent like 50 for it all
Told him, "Keep on going brodie, what the fuck is stall?"
Told me, "Keep up with the music, when I'm done just send the song"
He gon play that bitch
And then he run it right back, this that crazy shit
I don't give a fuck what day it is
You know the band coming in, I got that 80's wrist
Talkin' disco
Shawty in the bathroom doing crystals
Why he beat around the bush?
Swear to god he tip toe
Baby I'm a gentleman, you know that I don't hit hoes
That's what my 'lil sis for
Ok, I'm done playing
Now I gotta fry his ass like crisco
He said that he get big bread
I said we get big loaves
Star player, team cap
Bitch this is a big role
Magic Johnson how I'm pulling up, I'm finna hit those