russia

holiday season. i talked to god like i'm about to die

i think of malik and i start to cry

they paid no attention

was walking by

outside looking for smokers to start they high

it was 7 am in my auntie building

my man just got low

he a wanted killer

you won't put in no work but you want a million?

disrespect on the dirt

now we on a mission

i got no pics on kairi

new glock 9 on my hip

you get clipped if you reachin'

make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach

we gon' make you go viral

you cry like tyrese

you say my name on a single

my niggas gon' lean you

we'll be at your album release

jay might pick me up

we just got him a jeep

dre mac called me my phone

said he got him some freaks

if i ain't in dolce gabanna

they bite like piranhas

i probably versace my teeth

send threats on the net but be hiding from me

i play soho that's why this designer on me

middle of the projects momma dying on me

you want dust

i can pull up with gallons on me

this ain't smack dvd

ain't no battling me

'lik and mugga forever

they tatted on me

i got a bitch

came from russia

don't understand her when i fuck her

gon' spend all the money

i rush every hour

chris tucker

i'm balling on 'em like the rucker

we laughing it's funny

i beat it like i'm dj mustard

i got your bitch all through the gutter

i just told her bust it

we got them sticks on us in public

i cannot kick it for nothing

might fuck up your budget

i got a bitch you can't touch

can't understand her when i fuck her

gon' spend all the money

i rush every hour

chris tucker

i'm balling on 'em like the rucker

we laughing it's funny

i beat it like i'm dj mustard

i got your bitch all through the gutter

i just told her bust it

we got them sticks on us in public

i cannot kick it for nothing

might fuck up your budget

drum on me

don't play percussion

fuck her so good

she be cussing

you got low with a onion

i got this shit out the dungeon

i don't owe nobody nothing

this pistol is russian

matter of fact

this bitch is german

couldn't get nothin' from niggas

shit

i had to earn it

i got some gelato

let's burn it

gun on me with no license

i don't got no permit

money

got it straight

look like i permed it

fuck the da

i don't care about the verdict

nigga violate

most likely got murdered

she ain't tryna fuck

most likely i curved it

she let me hit it

couldn't understand her

she ain't wanna job

she just wanna scam

i'm really from the trenches working on my manners

versace pajamas

i just bought some hammers

one day

they keep taking pictures

so we took his camera

getting shot

pray to god i try to call your grandma

afterparty at the crib

left with all the dancers

poise spread

gotta get rid of all the cancer

never thought about a sale

taking all of them chances

now

the label want a tape

i get all of them advances

shoot at them red bottoms

i got all of them dancing

money make me look good

now they calling me handsome

i got a bitch

came from russia

don't understand her when i fuck her

gon' spend all the money

i rush every hour

chris tucker

i'm balling on 'em like the rucker

we laughing it's funny

i beat it like i'm dj mustard

i got your bitch all through the gutter

i just told her bust it

we got them sticks on us in public

i cannot kick it for nothing

might fuck up your budget