Published: 2025-03-03 12:49 Selection chords: Sarah Harris
Tonality
Intro:
N.C.
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?
N.C.
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this? (Yeah)
N.C.
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?
N.C.
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse:
EmF
All of my girls lookinʼ good and they got they own money
Pop yoʼ shit (Do my, Do my ladies run this)
EmF
This for my girls with no sponsor they got they own fundinʼ
Not yoʼ shit (Do my, Do my ladies run this)
Em
Run through yoʼ city that motorcade (Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
F
Soon as I enter they close the gate
Em
Presidential through ya residential
Bitch, itʼs nothing
Pre-chorus:
EmF
Said, "Fuck your rules," is the mood damn right
EmF
Walk in a room and I set the vibe
Em
Get a pic, itʼll last ya long
F
Whole team they gassinʼ on us
Em
You sit too far down on ʼem charts
F
To even ask me whoʼs in charge
Chorus:
EmF
Ridinʼ ʼround, foreign cars (Yeah)
EmF
Top down, starinʼ at the stars (Yeah)
EmF
Attitude, so donʼt start shit (Yeah)
EmF
Big moves, only extra large, yeah
EmF
Ridinʼ ʼround, foreign cars (Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
EmF
Top down, starinʼ at the stars (Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
EmF
Attitude, so donʼt start shit (Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
EmF
Big moves, only extra large, yeah (Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
Post-chorus:
N.C.
Wait
(Do my ladies run this?)
N.C.
Wait
(Do my ladies run this?)
N.C.
Wait
(Do my ladies run this?)
N.C.
Doechii
Verse:
F
Gimme chi, gimme purr
Gimme meow, gimme her
Gimme funds, gimme rights
Gimme fight, gimme nerve
Gimme cunt, let me serve, grrr
Em
Let me out, let me in
F
Knock the doors down, got the keys to the Benz
EmF
In the boardroom looking bored ʼcause Iʼm not here for pleasing the men
Not here to reason with them
Em
Misbehaved, miss push my pen
F
I canʼt tame my passion for him
Em
Canʼt keep up what happened to them (Do my ladies run this?)
N.C.
We lapping the men
Em
Top of the food chain, bussinʼ a new chain
This ainʼt a new thing, no, sir
Em
Money on stupid, hopped in a new whip
You still on my old work (Yeah, yeah)
Em
Work, work, this might hurt (Yeah, yeah)
I sweat hard, wet t-shirt (Yeah, yeah)
Em
Extra large, ainʼt scared of the dirt (Yeah, yeah)
N.C.
Hit that jackpot, now Iʼm
Chorus:
EmF
Ridinʼ ʼround (Ridinʼ ʼround), foreign cars (Ridinʼ ʼround)
EmF
Top down (Top down), starinʼ at the stars (Yeah)
EmF
Attitude (Attitude), so donʼt start shit (So, donʼt start shit)
EmF
Big moves, only extra large, yeah (Big, big, big)
EmF
Ridinʼ ʼround, foreign cars (Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
EmF
Top down, starinʼ at the stars (Ridinʼ ʼround, ridinʼ ʼround; Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
EmF
Attitude, so donʼt start shit (Attitude, so donʼt start shit; Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
EmF
Big moves, only extra large, yeah (Big, big, big; Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?)
Post-chorus:
Em
Work, work, this might hurt
F
I sweat hard, wet t-shirt
EmF
Extra large, ainʼt scared of the dirt (Scared of the dirt)
Yeah, yeah
Em
Work, work, this might hurt
F
I sweat hard, wet t-shirt (Yeah, yeah)
EmF
Extra large, ainʼt scared of the dirt (Scared of the dirt)
Work, work
Outro:
EmF
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?
EmF
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?
EmF
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?
EmF
Do my, Do my ladies run this, ladies run this?