Kendrick Lamar - Cross trainers lyrics

BLU, PAC DIV AND KENDRICK LAMAR [Chorus] I got my cross-trainers on, motherf**er, I run sh** All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb sh** The return of that 808 trunk hit Cash in my palm, I'mma pa** the baton, GO! Cross trainers on my motherf**in' feet (go!) Cross trainers on my motherf**in' feet (go!) Cross trainers on my motherf**in' feet Cash in my palm, I'mma pa** the baton You be on that f** sh**, 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 sh** 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 b**h 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!) Pa** 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 where (?) are A sweet talkin' n***a, ask your mom My n***a, 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 Foot Action [Chorus] n***a hand over fist, bring some cash in this b**h Y'all n***as picture near puttin' swag in your spliffs My n***as cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6 Like "n***a, do you know how much a** 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 n***as 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? n***as comin' home we gon' put them on the salary n***as think they cold 'til we push our sh** to Calgary 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 2pac 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 [Chorus] It's notorious, peep it Y'all n***as 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, n***a 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 critic 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 b**h that lay at my feet This is King sh** [Chorus]