Obama Runtz (feat. Wizz Havinn)

****, ****

Yeah (Yeah)

Cut the small talk, I like cash talk

(Gentle Beatz) Yeah

****

Cut the small talk, I like cash talk

Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off

I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off

Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft

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 **** 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 **** 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 mint, 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 Winn-Dixie, I get bags off

Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft

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 **** 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 ****, get a rap check, go buy a brick

I'm the type of ****, 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 **** fashion, put on all kinda drip

Pack do gymnastics, ****, 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 ****, 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 Winn-Dixie, I get bags off

Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft

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 **** keep a loaf of bread"