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[Chorus]
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'ma 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'ma pass the baton, uh
[Verse 1]
You be on that fuck shit, I'm tryna make bucks quick
Don't talk to me if money ain't the subject
'93s 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, tryna 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 bringin' hoes with no-ass-at-all
A sweet talkin' ****, ask your mom
My ****, that's your squad?
We treat line-ups like that's Lebron
Pushed backwards like the 'Bushwhackers'
We ain't just kush rappers, we max it out like Foot Action
[Chorus]
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'ma 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'ma pass the baton
[Verse 2]
**** hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch
Y'all **** picture near puttin' swag in your spliffs
My **** cop the seven just to laugh at the six
Like, "****, do you know how much ass I'ma 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 **** swingin' is to target the fence
That's why everything we singin' hit the target like Prince, man
I'm talkin' vanity and canopies
Stickin' to the strategy, how simple can it be?
**** comin' home, we can put them on the salary
**** think they cold till we push our shit to Calgary
[Verse 3]
Yeah, you're who-blah and your shoe rot
You're too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska
Your new job from Calgary to the new spot
Threw that 2Pac on, but couldn't ride like we used to
Used up, your new guy's shoe size
Drew ties, never move pies, move lines
She do lines while we shoot rhymes, shoo fly
Don't bother the father, just let me do mine
[Chorus]
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'ma 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'ma pass the baton
[Verse 4]
It's notorious, peep it
Y'all **** 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 L.A.
'Cause if 'Pac was alive, you'd get bombed on today
Bomb-bombs away like 'Bron-'Bron and Wade
We been had next, now it's our time to play, ****
[Verse 5]
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 critics critique
When I'm climbin' the valleys and peaks and alignin' myself
While I'm ridin' Orion's belt in the street and defilin' this beat
As a dead bitch that lay at my feet, this is King Shit
[Chorus]
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'ma 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'ma pass the baton
Written by: Pac Div
