Roadrunner (feat. Nick Nash & E.Dot)

ooooo
I just be counting my dough (what up)
making it back when I'm flipping
my digits I'm making these bitches go woah (okay)
right when I'm chasing my bag
I'm doing the dash
and letting shit go (that shit go)
don't gotta look at the tags
I give em the cash
I'm back on the road
ooooo
I just be counting my dough (what up)
making it back when I'm flipping
my digits I'm making these bitches go woah (okay)
right when I'm chasing my bag
I'm doing the dash
and letting shit go (that shit go)
don't gotta look at the tags
I give em the cash
I'm back on the road

road running
nigga know my dough coming
when I spit lines
got the ladies all humming
and the bass keep bumpin on the motherfuckin track nigga
bottled up
hoe
nick Nash on the track
so it slap nigga
so fast
when I'm spittin facts nigga
ain't a black nigga
I'm a light skin
when I was a kid
got picked on for my skin
now it's got girls wet
cinematic when I flip these verbs and adjectives like it's accrobatics
I'm spittin these words so fast
it's almost impossible to catch it
like a bad habit
I inhabit my own planet
I'm savage like black sabbath
abracadabra
I sound just like magic
I'm armed to the teeth like a fuckin banana clip
Danica Patrick
too slow
couldn't catch me
I'm partially native
so call me Apache
I'm catchy and right now I'm happy
I'm sorry to anyone that couldn't stand me
I'm sorry to niggas that ain't gonna last me
one more time
one more rhyme
one more crime
havin bitches and niggas singing like

ooooo
I just be counting my dough (what up)
making it back when I'm flipping
my digits I'm making these bitches go woah (okay)
right when I'm chasing my bag
I'm doing the dash
and letting shit go (that shit go)
don't gotta look at the tags
I give em the cash
I'm back on the road
ooooo
I just be counting my dough (what up)
making it back when I'm flipping
my digits
I'm making these bitches go woah (okay)
right when I'm chasing my bag
I'm doing the dash
and letting shit go (that shit go)
don't gotta look at the tags
I give em the cash
I'm back on the road

making that bag
making that bank
counting my stacks
give em my thanks
y'all got my back?
show me who fake
who's gon stay?
who's gon break?
got my bitch and she wet like a lake
she my ride or die
and be clippin them brakes
ride together
die together
the chance that we take
we ain't playin it safe
need to eat
making steak
catch that bird
try all day
I got bills to pay
no time to play
I'm wild like a coyote
feeding my wallet
the more I accumulate
the more he grow
and I go get dough with my hoe
we livin like right yo
that's how it go
straight forward
never look back
me and my bitch like Tupac Shakur
this game got me making goals
like soccer
when I'm ballin I go hit a foot locker
catch them deals
fresh as my rocker
shit come precise
imma doctor
it's surgical
and I'm runnin like a roadrunner
fitness for your livin
it's fitness for survival
nigga

ooooo
I just be counting my dough (what up)
making it back when I'm flipping
my digits I'm making these bitches go woah (okay)
right when I'm chasing my bag
I'm doing the dash
and letting shit go (that shit go)
don't gotta look at the tags
I give em the cash
I'm back on the road
ooooo
I just be counting my dough (what up)
making it back when I'm flipping
my digits
I'm making these bitches go woah (okay)
right when I'm chasing my bag
I'm doing the dash
and letting shit go (that shit go)
don't gotta look at the tags
I give em the cash
I'm back on the road



Credits
Writer(s): Darian Ellis, Marvin Whitford, Nick Nash
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