[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 n***as, 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as
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 n***as 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 n***a)
Me that's who, the Chef