SWEET RUSH

I'm runnin' to the cash, cuz I been up in my bag Why they runnin' from me Nigga, this not fun, run Got another blick, with another extended clip Aim at his lip for the times he was talkin' shit Like body bag, zip him up, turn into a zip This some fucking gas, so I sell it to the streets That's where you from right, I'll leave you Where you be I'm a real shit-talker, cuz there's no bullshit Moni on the beat, we pull up to the function liquor got me fuckin' bussin' the bitches Get the rumpin' I swear to God, they ain't cuffin This no pump fake, baby, I swear to God, I ain't bluffin Knew she was easy from the time she started blushing Don't you start your shit, got no time for the fussin Only time for the f*ck, I'm tryna get the fuckin' pluckin I feel like Luka it's too easy, get a buck, it's too easy, get a Four-five, put your head back I just robbed a bank, that's a fuckin' head crack Stop the fuckin' cryin, you can't get your Mans back We call him the graveyard, cuz he got His mans on the tat Yeah, my gun sound like Nav, cuz it tap,tap, tap Another nigga gone like that, that, that I rob me a nigga, watch me pat, pat, pat Pin em down, now I got him looking like Patch Dick up in her guts that's, how my back gon' get a scratch This love, not lust, baby, don't get attached Deep up in this shit, baby, I can't leave the rach Yeah, I'm deep up in this shit, baby, I can't leave the racks Treat this shit like Green Bay and get a nigga packed Put a green dot on his face as soon as a nigga lack My bitch say I'm' ruthless, but I can't change my ways, cuz (It'll always be this way) So I got her to my strap My nigga's buggin, like, what you doin' with that Can't conceal it, it's like 32 in that I get money, I don't do tit for tat, nigga Get your shit splat, nigga And me and Chris up on the track aye run it back, nigga I used to drop off dimes like a quarterback nigga I f*ck bitches and get money, that's a fact nigga Ayy, I'm doin' pretty good for a fat nigga Yeah, and I get racks, nigga Beam on a gun, please don't lack, nigga No, I don't wanna strap, nigga Tap, tap, tap, get whack, nigga Yeah, we on his ass, nigga masked up, we catch a nigga leanin, he get Masked up, we catch a nigga leanin, he don't get a pass, nigga I don't wanna strap, nigga