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Road Runner Lyrics - Artist : Asian Da Brat
Ayy, yeah, uh, uh
I'm a runner to the money Count digits and shit, that's sunny I get more than ever wanted Eat dinner, I'm bout my Funyuns I ain't speaking on these bitches Less hundreds, just in the duffle More important Sit in meetings and tell 'em don't move a muscle Now I'm ballin', all my exes don't call 'em or send a message (hello?) Can't sex 'em or arrest 'em I promise I'm somewhere flexing Add it up, then load the western I'm fiending the latest stretch up Bop these bitches on the daily Don't trust 'em, these girls be faking I smoke inner dope and outer dope My money long, no uzi song Tatted on his face, he tried to hit me with the baby strokes Uno up you, losing hoe Paid in full, Margiela's on He ain't rocking, you ain't popping I'ma walk in, vibe alone I ain't friendly, but I'm pretty, little bitch pick your face up You ain't got no money, cause you funny, get your weight up Fuck a nine to five, you ain't no lick you better shake some Hating on me, a different wave, you could never take none I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!) I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!) I ain't sweating a nigga who ain't balling I ain't calling 'em Ain't no love, in the money, honey why you stalking 'em? I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh) I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh) I ain't sweating a nigga who ain't balling I ain't calling 'em Ain't no love, in the money, honey why you stalking 'em? Bitch! I got thirties, I got k's, bitch I get slayed Nigga on my tip, want to fuck me on another day Off the henny, so she get loose Diamond studs up on my shoe AP light, I lit the booth Back and forth, what you gon' do? Bitches fake, bitches opps Bust her top like she a pop Kiss my ass, I'm at the top Ain't give me shit, I had to watch Petty rumors is deceiving Drop the top, let's pave the ceiling Maybe but just keep him willing Drop them tapes, them shits be killing Hating on me, you broke Lil' bitch did some money sport You gon' have to pick a source You gon' have to get endorsed Keep it G, I'm a freak I might let him lick my feet Put your head up on the seat Run your mouth, you get deceased I ain't waiting for it If the doll's in this bitch, he gon' pay for it Put your nigga on my roster, I'm gon' take yours I ain't fighting for no title, I just claim it Really banging, really cocky if you hate me (bitch) I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh) I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh) I ain't sweating a nigga who ain't balling I ain't calling 'em Ain't no love, in the money, honey why you stalking 'em? I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh) I'm a road runner, I be running to the money (uh) I ain't sweating a nigga who ain't balling I ain't calling 'em Ain't no love, in the money, honey why you stalking 'em? |
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