Still Run the City lyrics

[Verse 1: HBK]
It's the BYLUG general, HB still killin' 'em
Big faces, I was spendin' 'em, back when I shopped at Pinnacle
You wanna f*ck 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 n*ggas 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' n*gga, 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
f*ck 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 b*tch steady askin' why I always play, ayy

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
We ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all, hell nah
Rich n*ggas just do what we doin'
Ain't no money shortage, hell nah
Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin'
Same n*ggas that be talkin' that sh*t
Same n*ggas know they ain't f*ckin' with me
Ain't sh*t changed, still gettin' it
Rich n*ggas still run the city
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I'm in that new sh*t, smashin' on the engine
Talkin' on my cellphone, dashin' through the trenches
n*ggas tryna keep comin', we just laughin' at you b*tches
You think you competition, you ain't practice to a n*gga
We do this sh*t, spend money like we grew this sh*t
Drop off work like how I move this sh*t
Pull up to valet in the newest whip
And if valet full I'ma tell him move his b*tch
Hop out with the Rollie frosty
Half a hundred what it cost me
b*tches like, "Why he so gaudy?"
Way before I rocked the show I was sellin' rocks and blow
Tellin' hoes if you ain't f*ckin' then you gotta go
At least a n*gga honest, though (I'm honest), I don't play games
White ice and gray chains, they p*ssed off 'cause they lame
My love, we do things
We don't babysit, we move things
And cop new chains with loose change

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
We ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all, hell nah
Rich n*ggas just do what we doin'
Ain't no money shortage, hell nah
Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin'
Same n*ggas that be talkin' that sh*t
Same n*ggas know they ain't f*ckin' with me
Ain't sh*t changed, still gettin' it
Rich n*ggas still run the city
[Post-Chorus]
We still run the city, we still run the city
We still run the city, we still run the city

[Verse 3: Dre Armany]
b*tch, I'm a motherf*ckin' overlord, Dre Armany
Giovanni beside me, my b*tches rock Versace
Buy a logo, almighty, I don't like nobody
My young n*ggas 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 n*ggas wanna slug me, these b*tches wanna f*ck me
Bust them b*tches down real quick just like the load
f*ck a deal, we still gettin' money, we count up
All y'all n*ggas ho, y'all n*ggas told, y'all n*ggas got us f*cked up
Took a trip, came back, now I'm back up

[Verse 4: Doughboy Roc]
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 f*cked 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 n*gga
Turn Mr. Rough and then I bust a n*gga
What's up with n*ggas?
Actin' all friendly, that's why I don't f*ck with n*ggas
Talkin' like you had paper, you just a mad hater
I'm a f*ckin' gladiator, shoot like Dion Waiters
b*tch, 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
[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
We ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all, hell nah
Rich n*ggas just do what we doin'
Ain't no money shortage, hell nah
Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin'
Same n*ggas that be talkin' that sh*t
Same n*ggas know they ain't f*ckin' with me
Ain't sh*t changed, still gettin' it
Rich n*ggas still run the city

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