Asian Doll – Road Runner


[Chorus]
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
Hating on me, a different wave, you could never take none
You gon’ have to pick a source
Bitch!
Diamond studs up on my shoe
Nigga on my tip, want to fuck me on another day
I ain’t waiting for it
AP light, I lit the booth
Less hundreds, just in the duffle
[Intro]
I ain’t speaking on these bitches
I’m fiending the latest stretch up
Keep it G, I’m a freak
Bust her top like she a pop
I smoke inner dope and outer dope
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
I promise I’m somewhere flexing
Fuck a nine to five, you ain’t no lick you better shake some
Now I’m ballin’, all my exes don’t call ‘em or send a message (hello?)
Sit in meetings and tell ‘em don’t move a muscle
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’ma walk in, vibe alone
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!)
Bitches fake, bitches opps
Count digits and shit, that’s sunny
I ain’t friendly, but I’m pretty, little bitch pick your face up
Eat dinner, I’m bout my Funyuns
Kiss my ass, I’m at the top
Run your mouth, you get deceased
Bop these bitches on the daily
I got thirties, I got k’s, bitch I get slayed
Don’t trust ‘em, these girls be faking
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
Drop them tapes, them shits be killing
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
Uno up you, losing hoe
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?
Maybe but just keep him willing
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!)
I get more than ever wanted
Lil’ bitch did some money sport
Can’t sex ‘em or arrest ‘em
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
Off the henny, so she get loose
I’m a runner to the money
Hating on me, you broke
Put your nigga on my roster, I’m gon’ take yours
I might let him lick my feet
My money long, no uzi song
If the doll’s in this bitch, he gon’ pay for it
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ayy, yeah, uh, uh
Petty rumors is deceiving
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
[Verse 2]
Tatted on his face, he tried to hit me with the baby strokes
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

[Verse 1]
Ain’t give me shit, I had to watch
Put your head up on the seat
Paid in full, Margiela’s on
Really banging, really cocky if you hate me (bitch)

[Chorus]
More important
Drop the top, let’s pave the ceiling

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?
He ain’t rocking, you ain’t popping
I ain’t fighting for no title, I just claim it
Add it up, then load the western
You ain’t got no money, cause you funny, get your weight up
You gon’ have to get endorsed
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

Back and forth, what you gon’ do?