Russian To The Bank

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Sheesh ShittyBoyz [Verse] Pockets full, they've been eating 'Cause I'm only worried about the green like I'm vegan I'll put the Glock down, give you a beating Dawg a cornball without his breeze, he be tweaking Fresh as fuck head to toe That little-ass pointing tail, please let it go What I'm wearing cost a 'bow Where is my endorsement? I be balling like a pro Who just pulled up? Oh, that's gang Might drop a fourty ball, Dame Time on the chain (A fourty ball, ice) She just gave me crazy brain (Damn, damn) Shirt cost too much, I'ma be pissed I gеt a stain King Kong got shit on me when I got fifty on me Damn, I'm sick as fuck, thought wе was brothers, why you switching on me? I won't knock your hustle, gotta get it how you live, homie You say you was pulling up with loud, it was mid, Brodie I feel like the DeRozan, pulling up from the mid range All black whip, white guts, this my ying yang Fuck it, Mr. Jump Shitty is my new name Fire on me and it's kicking, damn, I feel like Liu Kang Rushing to the bank, I'm got a play I'm tryna catch We ain't never getting off, I don't care about who next Back when I was broke, I ain't care about no sex Boy, don't ever bet against me, you gon' end up in some depth How far are you from the top? I don't know, I just keep grinding Took an L, was sick then bounced back, perfect timing Don't never reach for something, gon' get hit up in your noggin Stack it for the rainy days because the sun ain't always shining (You hear me?) I ain't on shit besides getting money, making music I be with the money team, you know why shit be speaking fluent I be tryna put my mans on and alley-oop it Took my bitch out on a shopping spree 'cause we've been going through it You gon' have to throw your seatbelt on, I throw this bitch in sport Money long as fuck, so it don't even matter if I'm short (Don't) We got Boston hoes, smoking zaza at the port Think I'm one to fight in Mexico and stay in a resort Niggas steady hating on me, got me in a different mode Not knowing I never quit nor bend or fold Why you crying 'bout that bitch? She ain't even cold Brodie just popped a mushroom like he shot at Toad I don't wrestle but these niggas can't see me, John Cena I can't even bring boy around 'cause he rob people (Damn) 333, I'm feeling half evil Shit, fuck weed, got me stuck, I only smoke diesel Hit her with the buffs on, got the bitch amazed I just threw the Crocs on 'cause I was out catching plays Run up, I'ma barbacue your ribs, same as daze They don't show me love, they went and waited 'til I'm in the grave (Niggas hoes, man)