We Run (Remix)

[Intro] Mumbling a freestyle Who-who-who-who-who-who is he? We can run the world, we can, we can run the world Woo [Verse 1: French Montana] I got dreams, cash and the cream Grind like a fiend for shit you've never seen Watch me, take it over, bitches, be coming over Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober I pull up in the Bent', dark tint, black gut; sippin clip Bent, Clark Kent, black shoes, my attitude- Fuck, for the dollar, nun', hit the bottle Fifth clap skater lap, all-black Raider hat Bout', served the customers to custom made the Porsche Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours (Bow) I'm Tony Montana with a bitch from Atlanta At the Caesers Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haan Dirty money hit me like a needle (Like a needle) Got me standing on the street like The Beatles (Like the Beatles) I'm a motherfucking coke boy Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy (I'm a motherfucking coke boy) (I-I'm a motherfucking coke boy, coke boy, coke boy) (Coke-coke-coke-coke boy) (Coke boy) (I-I'm a motherfucking coke boy) [Hook] Some people, look in through the needle This isn't where we started They see you running through the fields Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all (We run, we run) We run (We run, we run) We run (We run, we run) We run We can run the world We can run the world, we can, we can run the world We can run the world, we can, we can run the world [Verse 2: Wale] Filon, The Jammer, The Genius (Woo) Uh, I got these funny MC's keep tryna get the lyrics (Woo) I got 300 Don C's and I can barely fit them (What up dog?) I'm like a nymphomaniac dating a schizophrenic What I said is what I get when I'm bettin the head ridiculous We can run the world (World), just get the handcuffs off us Mr. Officer, don’t want no problems (No what's up?) I don’t got no Glock, no girl, why you so forceful? It’s like I’m sounding like Floyd before another bout' How you niggas doing, take off, sitting on mama’s couch? Bitch I did that shit with Raekwon the youngest with the clout Or when I get the runners and go up this while running my mouth (Some people) I’m forever a poet, I was never a killer (Ha) Bring eleven morn' mo', when it grips, bloody gorrilas (What up dope) Bringing on a great figure that doubled my digits Shoutouts to them out-of-shape niggas still running the city (Bitch) [Hook: Wale] They see youm running through the fields Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all (Ow, double the what? Bitch) (We run, we run) We run (We run, we run) We run (We run, we run) We run We can run the world [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, he mad amazing in weather, rocking big leathers Catch him on the block stocking since the red jetters Monkey flipping, bread gamble with the chop headers Won't take no shorts, we don't jock niggas Fast and furious, though curious That'll pull up hit you from your home, Julius Just bounce, drop the Uzi and fly, meet you at the Ritz Sweet 19 and switch up the whips, yo Young De Niro, the black hand, mafia gang land Where niggas bang out and do the same jam I be in Brazil stroking 'em down And for the hell I blam you, then fly like Pan Am do Whoever said I went down? I was configurating this money To feed my babies monthly and retire But now I'm more larger, smarter, call me the martyr This separatin' me from these authors [Outro: Wale & Raekwon] What up, iSHi, what up ISHi, what up, the future, the world is ours All the players on the field All the teams on the field (What up) You heard it from me kid (That's Wale nigga) Me that's who, the Chef