Cross Trainers Lyrics - Blu

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'mma 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'mma pass the baton 

You be on that fuck shit, I'm tryin' to make bucks quick 

Don't talk to me if money ain't the subject 

93's 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, tryin' to 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 bringing hoes with Noassatall 

A sweet talkin' nigga, ask your mom 

My nigga, that's your squad? 

We treat line-ups like that's Lebron 

Push backwards like the bush whackers 

We ain't just kush rappers - we max it out like FootAction 

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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'mma 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'mma pass the baton 

Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch 

Y'all niggas picture near puttin' swag in your spliffs 

My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6 

Like "nigga, do you know how much ass I'mma 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 niggas swingin' is to target the fence 

That's why everything we're singing hit the target like Prince, man 

I'm talkin' vanity and "Can it be?"'s 

Stickin' to the strategy, how simple can it be? 

Niggas comin' home we gon' put them on the salary 

Niggas think they cold 'til we push our shit to Calgary 

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Yea, you're who-blah and your shoe rot 

You're too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska 

You're new job from Calgary to the new spot 

Threw that Tupac on, but couldn't ride like we used 'ta 

Used up, you're new guy's shoe size 

Drew ties, never move pies move lines 

She do lines why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly 

Don't bother the father, just let me do mine 

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'mma 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'mma pass the baton 

It's notorious, peep it 

Y'all niggas 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 LA 

Cause if Pac was alive, you'd get bombed on today 

Bombs bombs away, like 'Bron 'Bron and Wade 

We been had next, now it's our time to play, nigga 

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 climbing the valleys and peaks 

And aligning myself 

While I'm riding Orion's belt 

In the street and defiling this beat 

As a dead bitch that lay at my feet 

This is King shit 

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'mma 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'mma pass the baton