We Run This lyrics

by

Master P


[Intro]
Say the law tryna pull me over (No Limit)
Tryna give me ticket
I ain’t pulling over
Tryna give me ticket
I ain’t pulling over

[Verse 1]
Sitting in my Lambo puffing on that fire
Never did change cause I’m all about that dollar
Full o’ riders and strapped with them riders
I’m bout to shoot down on your face like a shower
Boy you can say that you’re on top, I’m higher
I’d rather be a pigeon to a duck cause I’m flying
Get money all day n*gga never get tired
A real ghetto superstar, ask that b*tch Mya
I sell Mr. Wheeze like school
Ya’ll n*ggas ain’t sh*t to me but doop
My rich game stupid, I call it retarded
Rewind it, reverse it, back it up then start it
Players at the party, the sun shining on me
Rest in peace Kurt, kinda miss my homie
I don’t eat balogna, I f*ck with macaroni
And f*ck a bad b*tch No Limit we the only

[Hook]
f*ck ya’ll n*ggas and ya’ll haters
f*ck ya’ll b*tches with them n*ggas man
Ya’ll hoes ain’t bout sh*t (bout sh*t)
Cause I get money b*tch (oh)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
Ya’ll n*ggas keep stunting (keep stunting)
Ya'll ain't ready b*tch (oh)
[Verse 2]
Sipping on Ciroc bottles
Shoot videos, f*cking all the top models
Man f*ck that Twitter cause my fans rarely follow
They be knocking on my door tryna get up my condo
Yeah got a n*gga feeling like Rondo
A kid in my day said I am his role model
Got a ticket out the hood but I ain’t never win the Lotto
I’m too young to have kids so I make that b*tch swallow

[Hook]
f*ck ya’ll n*ggas and ya’ll haters
f*ck ya’ll b*tches with them n*ggas man (with them n*ggas man)
Ya’ll hoes ain’t bout sh*t (bout sh*t)
Cause I get money b*tch (oh)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
Ya’ll n*ggas keep stunting (keep stunting)
Ya'll ain't ready b*tch (oh)

[Bridge]
I say f*ck ya’ll n*ggas
I’m a f*ck over you like f*cking on the park bench n*gga uh
They say money isn’t everything
And having everything isn’t everything
This sh*t ain’t help me n*gga, read about it pick a show
Chopper on the shelf, greased up with one already in it
Ready to end it, finger f*ck her till she finish
Middle finger start f*cking n*ggas like prison yeah
[Hook]
f*ck ya’ll n*ggas and ya’ll haters
f*ck ya’ll b*tches with them n*ggas man (with them n*ggas man)
Ya’ll hoes ain’t bout sh*t (bout sh*t, get em)
Cause I get money b*tch (oh)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
Ya’ll n*ggas keep stunting (keep stunting)
Ya'll ain't ready b*tch (oh)

[Verse 3]
Ya’ll n*ggas and these hoes ain’t sh*t
Got down south side with a super bad b*tch
Yo click us like a light switch
Keep hating but your baby momma like this
I’m so laced, she be all on the swag like Kelly crapper
It’s Mr. Tony Mantenna, Black Bandana
It’s Money Mafia, baby I let them bands talk
38 sick on the Hummer scraping that ass

[Hook]
f*ck ya’ll n*ggas and ya’ll haters
f*ck ya’ll b*tches with them n*ggas man (with them n*ggas man)
Ya’ll hoes ain’t bout sh*t (bout sh*t)
Cause I get money b*tch (oh)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
No Limit we run this (we run this)
Ya’ll n*ggas keep stunting (keep stunting)
Ya'll ain't ready b*tch (oh)
Ya’ll ain’t ready b*tch
Ya’ll ain't ready b*tch
[Outro]
I’m a make em say ooh na na na na
I’m a make em say ooh na na na na (see we over here getting money)
Ya’ll over there f*cking stunting on that plan little low
We ain’t with all that little low
We really do this, do this
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