50s & 100

[Intro:]
Who run it? (South Bronx)
Who run it? (North Memphis)
Who run it?

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
French got weed (Ho)
French got pills (Ho)
French got that work from the corner cutting deals (Ho)
French know they haters out there talking they for real (Ho)
Never had a job, but we sitting on a mil' (Ho)
Bitch, I will not stop (Ho)
From the back blocks (Ho)
I'll get you whacked, topped (Ho)
Watch the ash drop (Ho)
Drinking french, vodka (Vodka)
Riding with the blocka (Blocka)
Wearin' three quarter mink, 'chilla and Chewbacca
I saw your main girl, and a playa had to stop her (Stop her)
Her name wasn't Silk, but her face was the shocka
Work, work, buss it down
Work, work, buss it down (Ho)
Wrist, buss it down
Bad bitch, buss it down (Ho)
Work, flush it down.

[Chorus: French Montana]
Ain't nothing like a movie
Hit 'em on a chirp (Chirp)
You know they gonna do it with the—
Who run it? Fifties, hundreds, fifties, hundreds
For the ten, twenties, fifties, for the fifties, hundreds
She gon' for sure split it, ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
She gon' for sure split it, for the fifties, hundreds
She gon' for sure split it, ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
She gon' for sure split it.

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Gave her king [? 1:03], tell my kinfolk (Yeah, ho)
He's still ten toes, for you this intro
Fuck a bankroll, I need a bank [? 1:12]
My bitch on E, but my tank full
I fell in love with ya BM in that Bimmer
I fell in love, Aston Martin, word to Gina
I can't see 'em (Hey)
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 mans job
If it was me I would of left him with a headshot (Ho)
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)
Mama kept me clean, now I'm filthy (I'm filthy)
Bank account say something silly (Silly)
Ice on [? 1:12] we litty (We litty)
I'm a bad boy, P-Diddy.

[Outro: French Montana & Juicy J ]
50's, 100's
She gonna for sure, [?] the 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's
She gonna for sure, split it for the 50's, 100's
She gonna for sure, [?] the 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's
She gonna for sure split it
Shut the fuck up!