RRE Stewy & RRE Char - Ruth's Chris

Road Running Entertainment
Ooh, she finessed the track
Heard your man's had a problem, stumped the mud out him
We the niggas with the money, get the club poppin
Five thousand in my pocket, goin' rug shoppin
Mixin' quagen' with the Tris, just went mud shoppin
I think it's time to switch loads, I need a new whip
Brody pulled me up to Prime, I need some new kicks
She know if she ain't kickin' in, I need a new bitch
Two dates, that's three plates, I'm at Ruth's Chris
All facts from the soul, feel it in my music
Talkin' bout you is and what you can, but you ain't gon' do it
If I don't get paid, ain't showin' up, nigga, my shit truant
I just drafted me a rookie, that's my lil' student
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, we fuckin' up the mall
Dark skins and light skins, we gon' fuck em' all
Doin' one Twenty on the freeway, screamin' fuck the law
Can't put my life in your hands, I don't even trust my dog
My lil' brody really in the streets, he ain't into rappin
She called me like, I just spent eight hundred on your winter jacket
I just want the money in my hand like a tennis racket
Don't compare his ass to me, we in a different bracket
Niggas lummy, niggas lame, knock that shit off
You a Frenchie, I'm a pit, bitch, I'm big dog
She can't find which way to go, she like crisscross
These niggas workin' with the law, niggas Rick Ross
I'm Big Worm, makin' my turn, nigga, we're smoky
You know I'm comin' to get my coins, bitch, you owe me
I got her ass runnin' the track like it's a Oldie
You probably seen me on Instagram, but you don't know me
I don't fuck with niggas, I don't trust these niggas
I'm gettin' money with her, I ain't cuffin' bitches
Nigga don't let me see no statements, I don't fuck with snitches
Bitch pretty, but she broke, I ain't fuckin' with it
Broke, Road Running Ent, nigga, R-R-E

Written by:
Tony Baber

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