Obama Runtz
[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
N***a, n***a
Yeah (Yeah)
Cut the small talk (Big Za), I like cash talk (N***a, Gentle Beatz)
Yeah (N***a)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (N***a)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)
I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (N***a)
I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (N***a)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)
She say, "Girl, that fat n***a keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds (Vroom)
I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs (Beep, beep, beep)
Give me any drug, I'ma get it off (On God)
I'ma stomp on these fuck n***as еvery time they piss mе off (Pussy n***a)
Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt (Remember that)
I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz
Bitch throw me the alley-hoop, yeah (Yeah, Big Za)
Bitch threw me the alley-hoop, I fucked around and dunked
(Ho-ho, drops the sledgehammer)
Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (Pay your rent, baby)
You know I pull up fresher than a mint, baby (Fuck n***a)
Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby (Broke-ass n***a)
You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow & Wizz Havinn]
Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (N***a)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)
I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (N***a)
I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (N***a, yeah)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh? Yeah, yeah)
She say, "Girl, that fat n***a keep a loaf of bread" (Ayy, look at him)
[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit (N***a)
For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick (She gon' do some tricks for it)
Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit (Fuck it)
They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit (On God)
I'm that type of n***a, get a rap check, go buy a brick (Go buy a brick)
I'm the type of n***a, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch (Hit your bitch)
You with this shit or you ain't? Pick what side you with (Pick a side)
Bag still comin' in, all kinda shit (All kinda)
Foreign-car driver, pull up all kinda whips (Skrrt, skrrt)
Trap n***a fashion, put on all kinda drip (I'm dripped up)
Pack do gymnastics, n***a, I'ma make it flip (Yeah)
All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinkin' I'm a Crip (N***a)
Long live Nip, all I know is hustle (Hustle, n***a)
Real street n***a, got this shit up off the muscle (Got it up off the muscle, n***a)
All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle (I ain't got no time to tussle, n***a)
Lookin' like a brick jumpin' out that motherfucker (Jumpin' out that shit, n***a)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (N***a)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)
I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (N***a)
I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (N***a)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)
She say, "Girl, that fat n***a keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)
N***a, n***a
Yeah (Yeah)
Cut the small talk (Big Za), I like cash talk (N***a, Gentle Beatz)
Yeah (N***a)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (N***a)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)
I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (N***a)
I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (N***a)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)
She say, "Girl, that fat n***a keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds (Vroom)
I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs (Beep, beep, beep)
Give me any drug, I'ma get it off (On God)
I'ma stomp on these fuck n***as еvery time they piss mе off (Pussy n***a)
Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt (Remember that)
I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz
Bitch throw me the alley-hoop, yeah (Yeah, Big Za)
Bitch threw me the alley-hoop, I fucked around and dunked
(Ho-ho, drops the sledgehammer)
Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (Pay your rent, baby)
You know I pull up fresher than a mint, baby (Fuck n***a)
Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby (Broke-ass n***a)
You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow & Wizz Havinn]
Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (N***a)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)
I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (N***a)
I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (N***a, yeah)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh? Yeah, yeah)
She say, "Girl, that fat n***a keep a loaf of bread" (Ayy, look at him)
[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit (N***a)
For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick (She gon' do some tricks for it)
Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit (Fuck it)
They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit (On God)
I'm that type of n***a, get a rap check, go buy a brick (Go buy a brick)
I'm the type of n***a, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch (Hit your bitch)
You with this shit or you ain't? Pick what side you with (Pick a side)
Bag still comin' in, all kinda shit (All kinda)
Foreign-car driver, pull up all kinda whips (Skrrt, skrrt)
Trap n***a fashion, put on all kinda drip (I'm dripped up)
Pack do gymnastics, n***a, I'ma make it flip (Yeah)
All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinkin' I'm a Crip (N***a)
Long live Nip, all I know is hustle (Hustle, n***a)
Real street n***a, got this shit up off the muscle (Got it up off the muscle, n***a)
All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle (I ain't got no time to tussle, n***a)
Lookin' like a brick jumpin' out that motherfucker (Jumpin' out that shit, n***a)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (N***a)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)
I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (N***a)
I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (N***a)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)
She say, "Girl, that fat n***a keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)