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asian da brat - road runner كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayy, yeah, uh, uh

[verse 1]
i’m a runner to the money
count digits and sh-t, that’s sunny
i get more than ever wanted
eat dinner, i’m bout my funyuns
i ain’t speaking on these b-tches
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 (h-llo?)
you can s-x ‘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 b-tches 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 b-tch pick your face up
you ain’t got no money, cause you funny, get your weight up
f-ck a nine to five, you ain’t no l!ck you better shake some
hating on me, a different wave, you could never take none

[chorus]
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 n-gga 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 n-gga who ain’t balling i ain’t calling ‘em
ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

[verse 2]
b-tch!
i got thirties, i got k’s, b-tch i get slayed
n-gga on my tip, want to f-ck 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?
b-tches fake, b-tches opps
bust her top like she a pop
kiss my -ss, i’m at the top
ain’t give me sh-t, 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 sh-ts be k!lling
hating on me, you broke
lil’ b-tch 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 l!ck 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 b-tch, he gon’ pay for it
put your n-gga on my roster, i’m gon’ take yours
i ain’t fighting for no t-tle, i just claim it
really banging, really c-cky if you hate me (b-tch)

[chorus]
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 n-gga 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 n-gga who ain’t balling i ain’t calling ‘em
ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

- asian da brat

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