Cross-Trainers

I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit

All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit

The return of that 808 trunk hit

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton, GO!

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton

You be on that fuck shit, I'm tryin' to make bucks quick

Don't talk to me if money ain't the subject

93's laced up, we about to run shit

Mibbs right beside me, BeYoung got the blunt lit

Shawn on the cut, Swiff D on the drum kits

Standin' on your table with a bottle and a drunk bitch

Fallin' all over spillin' drinks, tryin' to tongue kiss

Money over hoes, so you know I ain't the one, Miss

Take her home, make her moan, and when I get done: (Switch!)

Pass her off like a basketball

Stay with dimes, I'm like Nash to y'all

My living room look like a casting call

Don't be bringing hoes where [?] are

A sweet talkin' nigga, ask your mom

My nigga, that's your squad?

We treat line-ups like that's Lebron

Push backwards like the bush whackers

We ain't just kush rappers - we max it out like FootAction

I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit

All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit

The return of that 808 trunk hit

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton, GO!

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton

Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch

Y'all niggas picture near puttin' swag in your spliffs

My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6

Like "nigga, do you know how much ass I'm a get? "

Wrote a plan out, let's dip, we can market and sing

Put that cash in a stash, save that part for the rent

Only way niggas swingin' is to target the fence

That's why everything we're singing hit the target like Prince, man

I'm talkin' vanity and "Can it be?"'s

Stickin' to the strategy, how simple can it be?

Niggas comin' home we gon' put them on the salary

Niggas think they cold 'til we push our shit to Calgary

Yea, you're who-blah and your shoe rot

You're too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska

You're new job from Calgary to the new spot

Threw that 2pac on, but couldn't ride like we used 'ta

Used up, you're new guy's shoe size

Drew ties, never move pies move lines

She do lines why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly

Don't bother the father, just let me do mine

I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit

All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit

The return of that 808 trunk hit

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton, GO!

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton

It's notorious, peep it

Y'all niggas is Victoria's Secret

Soft as Mom's lingerie

It's a man's world boy, put the pom-poms away

It's only right we got our palms on LA

Cause if Pac was alive, you'd get bombed on today

Bombs bombs away, like 'Bron 'Bron and Wade

We been had next, now it's our time to play, nigga

Your false prophets will never jump in my pockets

You're poppin' your gums and I'm poppin' your optics

Optimus Prime when I'm done

And the topic of music is me

And the logic is usually

You should stop in and grab a degree

In the science of how to emcee

And I'm watchin' the critic critique

When I'm climbing the valleys and peaks

And aligning myself

While I'm riding Orion's belt

In the street and defiling this beat

As a dead bitch that lay at my feet

This is King shit

I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit

All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit

The return of that 808 trunk hit

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton, GO!

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet

Cash in my palm, I'm a pass the baton