Fingertips in the shape of a gun
Raise it up to your heart, pow, done
Ruby lips pop pink bubblegum
Bye bye baby, bye bye sun
I'm Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A
Godfather ordered up a hit from the grave
You know why I'm here so I'm not gonna say
Fuckin' up your life in every possible way
Cause criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Black bra, red dress, makeup on
I'm the new politician
It ain't rock, but you done rolled
Bye bye baby, loser, I won
Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A
A figment of your imagination
Criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
All my boys raise your voice let me hear it
L. Del Rey, yay! Wanna hear you cheer it
Criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
We're in the future now
You can't be weak
Technology and money
You have lived life deadly
Criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run
Yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world