Who Got It (Who Run It)

Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, I get it

Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, admit it

Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, I get it

Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, admitted

**** be thinking I'm chilling on rap

But I put it on gang I ain't stacking for nothing

They tryna figure me out, but they just getting caught in the hype and they makin' assumptions

I got them hitters on deck, they itchin' for smoke

They already huffin' and puffin

Thought **** learned when you play with temptation

That chop start singing like it's David Ruffin

Watch your hoe before I hit the bitch

I'ma make her think that you won't shit to begin with

Make it beef, we gon' take it street

You ain't fuckin' with none of them **** I spin with

Rockin' ice like I'm Mr. T

We the A-Team, bitch, we always gon win shit

Drippy tea dripping to the feet

Yeah my hoes say Daddy you fresh as a thin mint

These **** movin' like they in a crazy house

They hear my flow and they tryna straight jacket

Shit wasn't sweet when I jumped in the streets

Boy, I jumped in the water like Kool-Aid packets

Still got the stick when I'm rockin' the drip

Boy I'm keeping that nine double M in my khakis

Accurate shot when I up with the ratchet

You know if I spot him, I got him, I smack it

Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, I get it

Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, admit it

Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, I get it

Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, admitted

She ain't my hoe if she fucking with ****

That ain't got a dollar the fuck would I look like

Bitches ain't fucking with you cause you begging for pussy

And texting her phone saying goodnight

**** be thinking it's sweet in the hood

Big death row shit I be moving like Suge

I got my shorty on lumberjack mode

Damn right, I be keepin' her choppin' the wood

Work a bitch like a fuckin' pimp

Don't need a cane when I walk with a stick boy

Take a bad bitch, hit from the back

I'ma throw some D's on her ass like Rich Boy

Like one of the outkasts **** I keep 3K on my side like Big Boy

You seein' the contrast ****

My volume say that I'm bringin' the big noise

You spittin' out this type of heat

Then you might get a bag just to play with the beat

Snappin' on shit when I'm up in the booth

But I'm clappin' on shit when I'm up in the street

Even when I'm in a car full of ****

You know that I still gotta stay with the heat

I got your hoes steady blowin' my phone

She swear I'm the one she been waitin' to meet

Like art class, we finna draw

You play with big lion you catchin' a paw

**** be shitty all up in they jaw

Like airplane mode, y'all ain't got no bar

I'm Mac daddy lion I'll hop on a cougar

She slurpin' it up like she ate ramen noodles

I'm mush in her mouth, she like baba baloomba

I'm getting this brain like I just got a tutor

No I ain't smokin' no throwaway weed

Bitch anything lit gotta be some exotic

Who was the one steady droppin' them bars

Til **** said alright this young **** got it

Live by the code, **** stand like a man

I be thumbing so much I be cramping my hands

Stoppin' for what I'ma stick to the plan

I'ma run to the bread like Gingerbread Man

Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, I get it

Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, admit it

Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, I get it

Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids

I got it, I run it, fuck ****, admitted