Obama Runtz Songtext
von BossMan Dlow

Nigga, nigga
Yeah (yeah)
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (Big Za)
(Gentle Beatz) yeah
Nigga

Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (money)
Bae, these diamonds hittin′, turn the flash off (blink)
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 (nigga)
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 (remember that)
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

Ooh ooh, drops the sledgehammer!

Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (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

Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (money)
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (bling)
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 (nigga)
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 (fuck)
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 (catch you)
You with this shit or you ain′t, pick which side you with
Bag still coming in, all kinda shit (all kinda)

Foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips
Trap nigga fashion, put on all kinda drip (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 (nigga)
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 (money)
Bae, these diamonds hittin′, turn the flash off (bling)
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 (nigga)
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"