run the world Lyrics

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