Russia lyrics

[Intro]
(Ohhh-oh-oh) (Ohhh-oh-oh) (Ohhh-oh-oh)
Aye (Ohhh-oh-aye)
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money (get to the money), uh, im tired (got money), got called off too (get money), yheeea-ahh-ah
(? on the beat)

[Chorus]
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money, to crazy that choppa is dumpin', smokin' gas , crackin' this sh*t is too much, lost so many n*ggas, they tried in the dungeon, been stuck on the road all my life, been road runnin'. can't find a new hustle, im lovin' this money, got bad for uh b*tch I think she mixed with russian, I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from russian
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money, really to crazy that choppa is dumpin', smokin' gas , crackin' this sh*t is too much, lost so many n*ggas, they tried in the dungeon, been stuck on the road all my life, been road runnin'. can't find a new hustle, im lovin' this money, got bad for uh b*tch I think she mixed with Russia, I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia

[Verse 1]
I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia, that lean colored purple, (?), I f*ck on you're b*tch and I nut on her conva, that hoes she ain't sh*t, I guess she learnt from her momma, she love all that hundreds, but can't get a dolla, im fly as a fellow, watch me pop my collar, im sippin' on lean, pourin' stright out the bottle, I ain't runnin' from sh*t, ain't got speed like a llama, thats yo b*tch she chosin', all of my n*ggas they went and got losin', pus*y boy, better start snoozin', fore' my little n*gga gon' in run down that uzi, and we got so much clips, so much clips, we can shoot a new movie, 438 boy we too reck-el-less, no ain't snachin' my neck-el-less, come to the club just to wrestle sh*t, big body bandz I can't back it in, I wanna f*ck on her and her friends, in the trap stackin' those dividents, kickin' lil dope with my (timberlence?), smokin' (lai?), high, just like peter pan, I cook the dope with my left hand, some n*ggas we left, guess its right den

[Bridge]
I can't trust none of these n*ggas, all of these n*ggas, they are officials, don't f*ck with none of these n*ggas, all of these n*ggas, actin' like b*tchs
I can't trust none of these n*ggas, all of these n*ggas, they are officials, don't f*ck with none of these n*ggas, all of these n*ggas, actin' like b*tchs

[Chorus]
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money, to crazy that choppa is dumpin', smokin' gas , crackin' this sh*t is too much, lost so many n*ggas, they tried in the dungeon, been stuck on the road all my life, been road runnin'. can't find a new hustle, im lovin' this money, got bad for uh b*tch I think she mixed with russian, I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from russian
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money, really to crazy that choppa is dumpin', smokin' gas , crackin' this sh*t is too much, lost so many n*ggas, they tried in the dungeon, been stuck on the road all my life, been road runnin'. can't find a new hustle, im lovin' this money, got bad for uh b*tch I think she mixed with Russia, I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia (that b*tch came from russia)
[Outro]
*Instrumental Outro*
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