Ruth's Chris ft. RRE Char Lyrics

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