Russia lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh, oh oh)
(Oh, oh oh)
Aye, aye (Aye, aye)
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money (Get to the money)
Uh, im tired (Got money)
Got called off too (got money)
Yheeea-eeeh-eh
(? on the beat)

[Chorus]
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money
(Get to the money)
Really to crazy that choppa is dumpin'
(Today it's dumpin')
Smokin' gas, crackin' this sh*t is to much
(To much in)
Lost so many n*ggas, they tried in the dungeon
(In the dungeon)
Been stuck on the road all my life, been road runnin'
(Been road runnin')
Can't find a new hustle, im lovin' this money
(Lovin')
Got a bad for uh b*tch, I think she mixed with russian
(I think she mixed with russian)
I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia
(And that b*tch came from russia)
Im like f*ck it lets get to the money
(Lets get to the money)
Really to crazy that choppa is dumpin'
(That choppa is dumpin')
Smokin' gas, crackin' this sh*t is too much
(This sh*t is too much man)
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 a bad for uh b*tch, I think she mixed with russian
(I think she mixed with russian)
I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia
(That b*tch came from russia)
[Verse 1]
I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia
(That b*tch came from Russia)
That lean colored purple
I set down the golva
I f*ck on your b*tch and I nut on her cover
That hoes she ain't sh*t, 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' straight out the bottle
I ain't runnin' from sh*t, ain't got speed like a llama
Thats yo b*tch she chosin' (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 no 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 dividends
Kickin' lil dope with my Timberlands
Smokin' lou high just like Peter Pan
I cook the dope with my left hand
Some n*ggas went left, guess its right den
[Bridge]
I can't trust none of these n*ggas
All of these n*ggas, they artificials
Don't f*ck with none of these n*ggas
All of these n*ggas, actin' like b*tches
I can't trust none of these n*ggas
All of these n*ggas, they artificial
Don't f*ck with none of these n*ggas
All of these n*ggas, they act like b*tches

[Chorus]
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 a bad for uh b*tch, I think she mixed with russian
I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia
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 a bad for uh b*tch, I think she mixed with russian
I just bought a new stick and that b*tch came from Russia
(This b*tch came from russia)
[Outro]
(Baby) (Baby) (Baby) (Baby)
(Come to me) (Come to me) (Come to me) (Come to me)