Road Runner - ASIAN DOLL

I’m a runner to the money

Count digits and shit, that’s sunny

I get more than ever wanted

Eat dinner, I’m bout my Funyuns

I ain’t speaking on these bitches

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 (hello?)

You can sex ‘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 bitches 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 bitch pick your face up

You ain’t got no money, cause you funny, get your weight up

Fuck a nine to five, you ain’t no lick you better shake some

Hating on me, a different wave, you could never take none

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 nigga 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 nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em

Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

Bitch!

I got thirties, I got k’s, bitch I get slayed

Nigga on my tip, want to fuck 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?

Bitches fake, bitches opps

Bust her top like she a pop

Kiss my ass, I’m at the top

Ain’t give me shit, 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 shits be killing

Hating on me, you broke

Lil' bitch 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 lick 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 bitch, he gon' pay for it

Put your nigga on my roster, I’m gon' take yours

I ain’t fighting for no title, I just claim it

Really banging, really cocky if you hate me (bitch)

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 nigga 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 nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em

Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?