Obama Runtz feat. Wizz Havinn

歌詞

Nigga, nigga Yeah (Yeah) Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (Gentle Beatz) Yeah Nigga Cut the small talk, I like cash talk Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs Give me any drug, I'ma get it off I'ma stomp on these fuck nigga every time they piss me off Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz Bitch, throw me the alley-oop, yeah Bitch threw me the alley-oop I fucked around and dunked Hoo-hoo, drops the sledgehammer! Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby You know I pull up fresher than a mink, baby Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby Cut the small talk, I like cash talk Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit I'm that type of nigga, get a rap check, go buy a brick I'm the type of nigga, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch You with this shit or you ain't, pick which side you with Bag still coming in, all kinda shit Foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips Trap nigga fashion, put on all kinda drip Pack do gymnastics, nigga, I'ma make it flip All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinking I'm a Crip Long live Nip, all I know is hustle Real street nigga, got this shit up off the muscle All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle Lookin' like a bridge, jumping off that motherfucker Cut the small talk, I like cash talk Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"