(Intro) Yo, step back, let the real queen speak, Neon lights flash while I roll up sleek. Bad gyal flex, got the whole squad deep, West Coast cool but the island run steep. (Verse 1) Who run the city? You know that’s me, Big rings, big checks, whole clique stay G. Gold links drippin’ like the sun on sea, Benz on the curb, still ride low key. Step in the spot, make the whole place hush, Big talk, big bag, yeah, I move like Russ. Boss in the cut, got ‘em shook like dust, You ain't on my level, you just talk too much. (Hook) I run it, run it, run it—watch me take that throne, D.O.Double Gyal, yeah, they all gon’ know. Drop the top, let the palm trees blow, From Kingston to Compton, I set that tone. (Verse 2) Money come fast, but I spend it slow, Still make ‘em pay up, yeah, they already know. Bag stay heavy, but the frame stay slim, Talk nice, rude gyal might let you swim. No free rides, better cut that check, I ain’t frontin’ nothin’, better show respect. Cali breeze but the heat stay packed, If the price ain't right, then I’m takin’ it back. (Bridge) Big shot caller, yeah, they know what’s up, Pull up real clean with the vibes on luxe. Bad gyal tings, I ain’t gotta act tough, Still got ‘em pressed when I roll up rough. (Hook) I run it, run it, run it—watch me take that throne, D.O.Double Gyal, yeah, they all gon’ know. Drop the top, let the palm trees blow, From Kingston to Compton, I set that tone. (Outro) West Coast ridin’, island-born queen, Whole world watchin’, yeah, they know my team. Cash in hand while I count these stacks, D.O.Double Gyal, no slack, straight facts.
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