Street Runner Lyrics

These niggas ain't talkin' bout shit, I'd rather get to the money, barely catch me in the mix

Ol, broke, boy, better find a way to get that fix

Your hoe can't get off my dick, cause she seein' that I'm lit

Ill fuck around, start a fire, walkin around with all these sticks

I got stacks all in these stacked jeans, this shit here barely fit

Hard to stop fuckin' with these hoes, bae, I know you mad at me

Thinkin' bout dough, even on a Sad day, knowin I'll fix this shit gettin' rich

They tried to hit Ro Ass with a bad case, I'm glad them niggas missed

Missin' the time back before mama died, this life's some crazy shit

Might cop me a Rollie, cause I can't buy the time, if I could I'd pay for it

Just fucked a bad bitch, woke up in the morning, shorty, where your makeup at

Ain't trippin' bout the L's that I took, nigga, you know I'm made for that

We got the same choppers that you see Em post' with in Iraq Im in saks Fifth Shoppin , got that shit on, hoppin' out that scat, we getting that

Paper like we print it, I'm just pointin' out the facts

I ain't talkin' bout a titty when I say I love these racks

And don't walk up on who with me we up em got you gettin' back

Shawty try put on a front, I still hit her from the back

We invested dirty money, cleaned it up, it double back

Hope my connection to the plug don't get chewed up by the rats

It's hard to sleep when you wake up, hear sirens thinkin' the police comin

Mama kept her mouth in my ear saying son, go and be some

Always tied to the streets, full stride in the streets runnin babygirl I'm a street runner

These niggas ain't talkin' bout shit, I'd rather get to the money

Barely catch me in the mix, ol, broke boy

Better find a way to get that fix, your hoe can't get off my dick

Cause she seeing' that I'm lit, Ill fuck around, start a fire

Walkin' around with all these sticks, I got stacks all in these stack jeans

This shit here barely fit, hard to stop fuckin' with these hoes

Bae, I know you mad at me, thinkin' bout dough even on a Sad day

Knowin' I fix this shit, gettin' rich, they try to hit Ro ass with a bad case

I'm glad them niggas miss, missin' the time back before mama died, this life some crazy shit

Might cop me a Rollie cause I cant by the time, if I could Ill pay for it

Just fucked a bad bitch, woke up in the mornin', shawty, where your makeup at

Ain't trippin' bout the L's that I took, nigga, you know I'm made for that,

know I'm made for that, Just gotta get these racks, Let's get this sack

Hope my connection to the plug don't get chewed up by the rats It's hard to sleep when you wake up hear sirens thinking the police coming mama kept her mouth in my ear saying son go and be some, Tied to the streets

Baby girl, I'm a street runner , Mama kept her mouth in my ear saying son go and be something