Cain Kerner - Runway W/ The Stick Lyrics

I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich
I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich
I heard some bitches wanna talk
Fuck they gon' say?
Woke up feeling cute
Feeling good, feeling great
If I'm not in the mood
You gon' wait
Everything I do is news
Making moves, making plays
Hit my gram and watch
Hit my DM, we could talk
I got everything you need
Boyardee with the pot
Used to leave me on "seen"
Now she see me on the charts
Overseas, I'm a god
In NY I milly-rock
Way too hot they need to fan him down
You tryna' talk I'm tryna' blam it out
Show me attention when your man around
I hit the club, I'm payed a fee
You pay to stand around
There's more to life than entertainment
I'm just saying
Boujee bitch, I'm rich and famous
I can't explain it
Bought a whip to make em' sick
I'm finna' candy paint it
Hair long as shit
I keep a stick
Bitch I'm a fucking caveman
I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich
I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich

I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich
I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich
I heard some bitches wanna talk
Fuck they gon' say?
Woke up feeling cute
Feeling good, feeling great
If I'm not in the mood
You gon' wait
Everything I do is news
Making moves, making plays
Hit my gram and watch
Hit my DM, we could talk
I got everything you need
Boyardee with the pot
Used to leave me on "seen"
Now she see me on the charts
Overseas, I'm a god
In NY I milly-rock
Way too hot they need to fan him down
You tryna' talk I'm tryna' blam it out
Show me attention when your man around
I hit the club, I'm payed a fee
You pay to stand around
There's more to life than entertainment
I'm just saying
Boujee bitch, I'm rich and famous
I can't explain it
Bought a whip to make em' sick
I'm finna' candy paint it
Hair long as shit
I keep a stick
Bitch I'm a fucking caveman
I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich
I'm on the runway with the stick
It's part of my fit
Fashion killa' with the drip
I'm always equipped
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
I sneeze on my wrist
Don't slip
Pardon my drip
Ball and get rich