Lyrics:

Feel it comin' in the air (yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (yeah)
I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair (what's up? C'mon)
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now (what's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (what's up?)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (uh, what's up? Uh)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (yeah, what's up? Yeah)
We gon' run this town
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get your fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers
I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
This is La Familia, I'll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here Doug
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up
Life's a game, but it's not fair (yeah)
I break the rules, so I don't care (uh-huh)
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain (what's up?)
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now (what's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (what's up?)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (what's up?)
Is who gon' run this town tonight
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric B. we are
Microphone fiend, this the return of the god
Peace, God (ah, ah) it ain't no nobody fresher
I'm in Maison (uh), Martin Margiela
On the table, screamin', 'Fuck the other side! They jealous!'
We got a banquette full of broads, they got a table full of fellas (eww)
And they ain't spendin' no cake
They should throw they hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades (eww)
My whole team got dough
So my banquette is lookin' like Millionaires' Row (eww)
Life's a game, but it's not fair
I break the rules, so I don't care (what's up?)
So I keep doin' my own thing (uh, uh)
Walkin' tall against the rain (g-yeah, g-yeah)
Victory's within the mile (what's up?)
Almost there, don't give up now (a thing that's, my mind, who?)
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight (uh, what's up?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up? Ay)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (hey)
It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow
To everybody on yo' dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I'm in church, please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for? To push a fuckin' Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string
And up top, ugh, two bee stings
And I'm beasting off the Riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I'm just tryin' change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
'What's that, Ye?' 'Baby, these heels'
'Is that a May- what?!' 'Baby, these wheels'
You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeah, yeah)
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
We gon' run this town tonight

What's up?