50's & 100's (feat. Juicy J)

Who run it? (South Bronx) Who run it? (North Memphis, let me chirp these fools) Who run it? [Verse 1: French Montana] French got weed (Ho) French got pills (Ho) French got that work, on the corner cutting deals (Ho) French know you haters out there talking ain't for real (Ho) Never had a job, but we sitting on a mil' (Ho) Bitch, I will not stop From the back blocks I'll get you whacked, topped Watch, watch the ash drop Drinking French vodka (Vodka) Riding with the blocka (Blocka) Wearin' three-quarter mink, 'chilla and Chewbacca ('Bacca) I saw your main girl, and a playa had to stop her (Stop her) Her name wasn't Silk, but her face was the shocker Work, work, bust it down Work, work, bust it down Wrist, bust 'em down Bad bitches, bust 'em down Work, flush 'em down Ain't nothing like a movie Hit 'em on the chirp (Chirp) You know they gon' do it with the Who run it? Fifties, hundreds Fifties, hundreds For the ten, twenties, fifties [Chorus: French Montana] For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it [Verse 2: French Montana] Gave a king charge to my kinfolk He stood ten toes, for you, this intro Fuck a bankroll, I need a bank full My bitch on E, but my tank full I fell in love with your BM in that Bimmer I fell in love, Aston Martin, word to Gina I can't see 'em Slick Rick with the patch on Gotta no cap the roof, got my cap on Baby, I can't see 'em That bitch a deuce, I can't see 'em That Biggie, Juice, I can't see 'em French the truth, I can't see 'em I swear to Luke, I got the gasoline, I light a match on Montana hop out with the blocka, blocka, blocka [Verse 3: Juicy J] Never send a boy to do a man's job If it was me, I would've left him with a headshot How the fuck you get your own mans robbed? Before you see me again, you get that red dot I will not stop, fuck the opp cops And whoever fuck with 'em, we cannot rock I will not stop, even if that block hotter Than my mama be up in the kitchen with that crock pot (Whip it, whip it) Yeah, mama kept me clean, now I'm filthy (I'm filthy) Bank account say something silly (Silly) Ice on bright, we litty (We litty) I'm a bad boy, P-Diddy [Chorus: French Montana & Juicy J] For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it (Shut the fuck up)