Who Run It (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
SHUTDAFUCCUP!
Shout up my n*gga bebe, abebe
G Herbo, A$AP ROCKY
Lil Yachty, Trippie Redd
Everyone that payed homage, mane, to this classic

[Verse]
What's the business? It's that playa that you love to hate
Always see me comin' out the bank, diamonds in yo face
pus*y n*gga get up out the way, don't care about what you say
Sound proof the Bentley, I can't hear you n*ggas any way
Pop the steel 'cause it get real, I'm not about them games
Cartiers, dracula grill, b*tch I still keep it trill
Hittin' b*tches from the back with my socks on
Memphis n*ggas keep the Glocks c*cked when the wars on
Buyin' 40s from the corner store, blowin' smoke
Grindin' like it's '94, keep the stash in the floorboards
Average tripple dubber on the f*ckin' ball court
I'm that n*gga that you imitate and hoes call for
For that di*k game, wouldn't buy your b*tch with my loose chain
Thirsty n*ggas eatin' b*tches ass with the sh*t stain
Insane like my motherf*ckin' wrist game, n*gga
Houses on the hill cost the same f*ckin' thing
Counted up a hunnid this mornin'
Then I went spent me 50
Then I hit the VLive, tryna buy me some ass and titties
Rappers sample my old sh*t, keep runnin' 'em bags, I'm uh rich
Get 'em samples cleared 'cause that publish you might not get some
n*ggas act like they don't owe me somethin'
I'm the reason b*tches twerkin' they ass, now show me somethin'
Payin' homage is a real n*gga move, b*tch I paid my dues
Sold a million out the trunk, you n*ggas uber pool
Pour that mud up like that butter, first n*gga with that pipe in the club
Used to have to turn my sh*t up, had n*ggas tryna fight in the club
Y'all leaving with them, we hit them hoes right in the club
And I know I'm icy'd up, pinky just like that dub
You gotta like my sh*t, you a hater or somethin'
I'm a grown ass man, you a baby or somethin'
Probably f*cked yo mama on the come up in the 80's, homie
Don't you ever try to play me, homie
Got a wife now like Kanye
And I wish a b*tch would try to bite her like Beyonce
My daughter 2 months and she been paid
Boutta sign more deals, cop more real estate
Me and Pat used to rob for 'em petty things
Now it's nothin' less than private jets, 7 figure checks
Hater, catch yo f*ckin' breathe, you broke, ain't got nothin' left
We them n*ggas in Dubai from the north, don't you ever flex
Mafia, runnin' sh*t, Juicy J ain't never quit
Ain't a b*tch I never hit, still countin' paper, b*tch
When the smoke clears, n*gga, I'm still here
Higher than I been in 20 goddamn years, uh
Motherf*ckin' legend get your smoke right, dope right
Ain't no conversation for that broke life, show right, b*tch
[Outro]
Who run it?