Obama Runtz lyrics

[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
n*gga, n*gga
Yeah (Yeah)
Cut the small talk (Big Za), I like cash talk (n*gga, Gentle Beatz)
Yeah (n*gga)

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (n*gga)
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, b*tch, I never had to beg (n*gga)
I ain't takin' sh*t back, b*tch, I said what I said (n*gga)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)
She say, "Girl, that fat n*gga 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 f*ck n*ggas еvery time they p*ss mе off (pus*y n*gga)
b*tch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt (Remember that)
I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz
b*tch throw me the alley-hoop, yeah (Yeah, Big Za)
b*tch threw me the alley-hoop, I f*cked around and dunked
(Ho-ho, drops the sledgehammer)
Come f*ck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (Pay your rent, baby)
You know I pull up fresher than a mint, baby (f*ck n*gga)
Your baby daddy broker than a b*tch, baby (Broke-ass n*gga)
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*gga)
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, b*tch, I never had to beg (n*gga)
I ain't takin' sh*t back, b*tch, I said what I said (n*gga, yeah)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh? Yeah, yeah)
She say, "Girl, that fat n*gga keep a loaf of bread" (Ayy, look at him)

[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
This real ice, I don't need a flash for this sh*t (n*gga)
For this cash, got a bad b*tch that'll do a trick (She gon' do some tricks for it)
Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this sh*t (f*ck it)
They ask me why, 'cause, b*tch, I paid a bag for this sh*t (On God)
I'm that type of n*gga, get a rap check, go buy a brick (Go buy a brick)
I'm the type of n*gga, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your b*tch (Hit your b*tch)
You with this sh*t or you ain't? Pick what side you with (Pick a side)
Bag still comin' in, all kinda sh*t (All kinda)
Foreign-car driver, pull up all kinda whips (Skrrt, skrrt)
Trap n*gga fashion, put on all kinda drip (I'm dripped up)
Pack do gymnastics, n*gga, I'ma make it flip (Yeah)
All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinkin' I'm a Crip (n*gga)
Long live Nip, all I know is hustle (Hustle, n*gga)
Real street n*gga, got this sh*t up off the muscle (Got it up off the muscle, n*gga)
All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle (I ain't got no time to tussle, n*gga)
Lookin' like a brick jumpin' out that motherf*cker (Jumpin' out that sh*t, n*gga)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (n*gga)
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, b*tch, I never had to beg (n*gga)
I ain't takin' sh*t back, b*tch, I said what I said (n*gga)
I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)
She say, "Girl, that fat n*gga keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)