Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Run The City, artist - Payroll Giovanni. Date of issue: 29.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Run The City |
| It’s the BYLUG general, HB still killin' 'em |
| Big faces, I was spendin' 'em, back when I shopped at Pinnacle |
| You wanna fuck me then it’s only right you bring a friend with you |
| My lendin' money mystical, now my ex lookin' pitiful |
| Could’ve been in Prada, Gabbana, but now you tennis shoes |
| And why y’all niggas walkin' 'round like y’all ain’t into jewels? |
| When I lose the juice, icy in interviews |
| Baby choose, and them dudes doin' what they finna do |
| I’m so bad, lil' nigga, and when my livin' through |
| Bury me in a BYLUG tee, don’t put me in a suit |
| In the coupe with Pay, yeah, that Corvette |
| Fuck her up in my board-X, then show her where the door at |
| Strapped up like Durex, we always safe |
| Money tied up the long way, I’m always straight |
| Chatter first, got these stank hoes all on wait |
| So that bitch steady askin' why I always play, ayy |
| We ain’t thinkin' 'bout y’all, hell nah |
| Rich niggas just do what we doin' |
| Ain’t no money shortage, hell nah |
| Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin' |
| Same niggas that be talkin' that shit |
| Same niggas know they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| Ain’t shit changed, still gettin' it |
| Rich niggas still run the city |
| I’m in that new shit, smashin' on the engine |
| Talkin' on my cellphone, dashin' through the trenches |
| Niggas tryna keep comin', we just laughin' at you bitches |
| You think you competition, you ain’t practice to a nigga |
| We do this shit, spend money like we grew this shit |
| Drop off work like how I move this shit |
| Pull up to valet in the newest whip |
| And if valet full I’ma tell him move his bitch |
| Hop out with the Rollie frosty |
| Half a hundred what it cost me |
| Bitches like, «Why he so gaudy?» |
| Way before I rocked the show I was sellin' rocks and blow |
| Tellin' hoes if you ain’t fuckin' then you gotta go |
| At least a nigga honest, though (I'm honest), I don’t play games |
| White ice and gray chains, they pissed off 'cause they lame |
| My love, we do things |
| We don’t babysit, we move things |
| And cop new chains with loose change |
| We ain’t thinkin' 'bout y’all, hell nah |
| Rich niggas just do what we doin' |
| Ain’t no money shortage, hell nah |
| Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin' |
| Same niggas that be talkin' that shit |
| Same niggas know they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| Ain’t shit changed, still gettin' it |
| Rich niggas still run the city |
| We still run the city, we still run the city |
| We still run the city, we still run the city |
| Bitch, I’m a motherfuckin' overlord, Dre Armany |
| Giovanni beside me, my bitches rock Versace |
| Buy a logo, almighty, I don’t like nobody |
| My young niggas be grimy, they want to catch a body |
| Big body sedan, I used to blow then |
| Now it’s cookie from the West, what you wanna spend? |
| Come shop with me, my price so lovely |
| These niggas wanna slug me, these bitches wanna fuck me |
| Bust them bitches down real quick just like the load |
| Fuck a deal, we still gettin' money, we count up |
| All y’all niggas ho, y’all niggas told, y’all niggas got us fucked up |
| Took a trip, came back, now I’m back up |
| You got a phone around your neck, Pay got a home around his neck |
| I got a nina on my waist, she’ll kiss you in your face |
| She be singin' like she Drake, I be trippin' like my shoes untied |
| It’s a cold world, I been losin' guys |
| Movin' pies, my time, I had to utilize |
| Ju just came home, he had to do a five |
| Call me Bellboy AKA the enforcer |
| Kid fucked your wife, you should probably divorce her |
| I know you salty, boy it’s bands in these joggers |
| And I got that stick just in case you feeling froggy |
| I don’t trust a nigga |
| Turn Mr. Rough and then I bust a nigga |
| What’s up with niggas? |
| Actin' all friendly, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas |
| Talkin' like you had paper, you just a mad hater |
| I’m a fuckin' gladiator, shoot like Dion Waiters |
| Bitch, I’m all out of favors, unless you stuffed that |
| Woke up panicking, where my Benz and my bucks at? |
| Matter fact, where Truck at? |
| It’s time to get busy |
| Doughboyz Cashout, we still run the city |
| We ain’t thinkin' 'bout y’all, hell nah |
| Rich niggas just do what we doin' |
| Ain’t no money shortage, hell nah |
| Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin' |
| Same niggas that be talkin' that shit |
| Same niggas know they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| Ain’t shit changed, still gettin' it |
| Rich niggas still run the city |
| Ghetto superstar |
| Ghetto superstar |