Havana Brown
RedOne, Mr. Worldwide

We run, yes we run the night, night
We run, yes we run the night,
We run, yes we run the night,
We run, yes we run the night,
We run, yes we run the night, the night

We run, yes we run the night, 

From the bottom of the map, Miami
To the land down under, Australia
You feel my draft, see my vision and hear my hunger
As my money gets older, girls get younger
They sell their soul but the devil knows I have no number
Come on baby, push on baby, go go baby
Oh oh baby, no no baby, yeah yeah baby

We run, yes we run the night

Havana Brown
RedOne, Mr. Worldwide
From Miami, Morocco
To Australia, to the world