Fingertips in the shape of a gun
Raise it up to your heart, pow, done
Move your lips, pop pink bubblegum
Bye bye baby, bye bye sun
I’m Lana Del Rey from the US of A
Godfather ordered up a hit from the grave
You know why I’m here so I’m not gonna say
I’m fuckin up your life in every possible way
‘Cause criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Black bra, red dress, make a pawn
I’m the new politician
It ain’t right but you done wrong
Bye bye baby, lose I won
I’m Lana Del Rey from the US of A
A figment of your imagination
‘Cause criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
All my boys raise your voice, let me hear it
All the way yea! Wanna hear you cheering
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
We’re in the future now, you came here with technology
And my honey you have to live a deadly
We’re in the future now, you came here with technology
And my honey you have to live a deadly…
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
All my boys raise your voice, let me hear it
All the way yea! Wanna hear you cheering
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yea the criminals run
Criminals run your world