Gang, gang, gang, gang
Sabian, that's crazy
So rich need a butler
New shoes I can't scuff em'
These hoes I can't cuff em'
That boy pull out his fist
But gang ain't tryna tussle
I stay up in the west
Like my first name Russell
Getting so much green
Shit sprout like a brussel
I flexin' so damn hard
All you see is muscle
My house gin' be so big
Shit gonna look like a castle
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
I'm lookin' for the hoes
They tell me drive the boat
She wanna join the roster
I play her like a coach
And bitch don't get too close
Cause this a Gucci coat
That bitch ain't got no waist
She shape like a coke
My money so damn long
It's like I'm livin' in the store
My closet look like f*ckin' Nike
I got dunks galore
I feel like Money Mike
Yeah boy, I got whores galore
And yammy in a minute
Yeah, I need some lock the door
I already drunk
Bitch, how much you tryna pour
You f*ckin' with my jam
Boy, I'm tryna up the score
I'm f*ckin' with your mummy
My D gin make her sunny
Think you'll need some tissue
Cause yuh nose lil runny
And I don't understand
What these-
And I don't understand
What these-
I don't understand
What these bitches want from me
That gyal shape like some dunks
I tryna say she chunky
That gyal smell like a skunk
I tryna say she funky
She lookin' like a monkey
I tryna say she ugly
Pull up on me, baby
Ain't talkin' but no huggie
She tryna cuddle with me
Yea thats my lil snuggie
She say turn the AC off
Boy, your room too cold
That gyal love to dig
But it ain't gonna never touch my gold
Like some clothes up in the dryer
Afterwards, she gettin' fold
I pop up in her hole
Like we playin' Wack-A-Mole
So rich need a butler
New shoes I can't scuff em'
These hoes I can't cuff em'
That boy pull out his fist
But gang ain't tryna tussle
I stay up in the west
Like my first name Russell
Getting so much green
Shit sprout like a brussel
I flexin' so damn hard
All you see is muscle
My house gin' be so big
Shit gonna look like a castle
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
Yeah
Just to make me pasta
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
My house gin' be so big
She gon' look like a castle
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Gang, gang, gang, gang
Sabian, that's crazy
So rich need a butler
New shoes I can't scuff em'
These hoes I can't cuff em'
That boy pull out his fist
But gang ain't tryna tussle
I stay up in the west
Like my first name Russell
Getting so much green
Shit sprout like a brussel
I flexin' so damn hard
All you see is muscle
My house gin' be so big
Shit gonna look like a castle
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
I'm lookin' for the hoes
They tell me drive the boat
She wanna join the roster
I play her like a coach
And bitch don't get too close
Cause this a Gucci coat
That bitch ain't got no waist
She shape like a coke
My money so damn long
It's like I'm livin' in the store
My closet look like f*ckin' Nike
I got dunks galore
I feel like Money Mike
Yeah boy, I got whores galore
And yammy in a minute
Yeah, I need some lock the door
I already drunk
Bitch, how much you tryna pour
You f*ckin' with my jam
Boy, I'm tryna up the score
I'm f*ckin' with your mummy
My D gin make her sunny
Think you'll need some tissue
Cause yuh nose lil runny
And I don't understand
What these-
And I don't understand
What these-
I don't understand
What these bitches want from me
That gyal shape like some dunks
I tryna say she chunky
That gyal smell like a skunk
I tryna say she funky
She lookin' like a monkey
I tryna say she ugly
Pull up on me, baby
Ain't talkin' but no huggie
She tryna cuddle with me
Yea thats my lil snuggie
She say turn the AC off
Boy, your room too cold
That gyal love to dig
But it ain't gonna never touch my gold
Like some clothes up in the dryer
Afterwards, she gettin' fold
I pop up in her hole
Like we playin' Wack-A-Mole
So rich need a butler
New shoes I can't scuff em'
These hoes I can't cuff em'
That boy pull out his fist
But gang ain't tryna tussle
I stay up in the west
Like my first name Russell
Getting so much green
Shit sprout like a brussel
I flexin' so damn hard
All you see is muscle
My house gin' be so big
Shit gonna look like a castle
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
Yeah
Just to make me pasta
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
My house gin' be so big
She gon' look like a castle
Sabian, that's crazy
So rich need a butler
New shoes I can't scuff em'
These hoes I can't cuff em'
That boy pull out his fist
But gang ain't tryna tussle
I stay up in the west
Like my first name Russell
Getting so much green
Shit sprout like a brussel
I flexin' so damn hard
All you see is muscle
My house gin' be so big
Shit gonna look like a castle
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
I'm lookin' for the hoes
They tell me drive the boat
She wanna join the roster
I play her like a coach
And bitch don't get too close
Cause this a Gucci coat
That bitch ain't got no waist
She shape like a coke
My money so damn long
It's like I'm livin' in the store
My closet look like f*ckin' Nike
I got dunks galore
I feel like Money Mike
Yeah boy, I got whores galore
And yammy in a minute
Yeah, I need some lock the door
I already drunk
Bitch, how much you tryna pour
You f*ckin' with my jam
Boy, I'm tryna up the score
I'm f*ckin' with your mummy
My D gin make her sunny
Think you'll need some tissue
Cause yuh nose lil runny
And I don't understand
What these-
And I don't understand
What these-
I don't understand
What these bitches want from me
That gyal shape like some dunks
I tryna say she chunky
That gyal smell like a skunk
I tryna say she funky
She lookin' like a monkey
I tryna say she ugly
Pull up on me, baby
Ain't talkin' but no huggie
She tryna cuddle with me
Yea thats my lil snuggie
She say turn the AC off
Boy, your room too cold
That gyal love to dig
But it ain't gonna never touch my gold
Like some clothes up in the dryer
Afterwards, she gettin' fold
I pop up in her hole
Like we playin' Wack-A-Mole
So rich need a butler
New shoes I can't scuff em'
These hoes I can't cuff em'
That boy pull out his fist
But gang ain't tryna tussle
I stay up in the west
Like my first name Russell
Getting so much green
Shit sprout like a brussel
I flexin' so damn hard
All you see is muscle
My house gin' be so big
Shit gonna look like a castle
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
Yeah
Just to make me pasta
Fill it up with hoes
Just to make me pasta
My house gin' be so big
She gon' look like a castle
Writer: Allen Albury
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