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derek king, russ - tetris (remix) ft russ lyrics

[intro]
t-kelley on the track!

[chorus]
all this ice make my neck itch
too much money in my hand
lookin’ like a n-gg- flexin’
all this cash on the floor
i can’t even see my section
so baby, come sit that booty
make it fit like it’s tetris
baby, i know you get the message
so quit playin’ with a young like…

[post-chorus]
ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
for that bag, she gon’ run it up
for that bag, she gon’ run it up
for that bag, she gon’ run it like
ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
for that cash, she don’t fall in love
for that cash, she don’t fall in love
for that cash, she don’t fall in love

[russ verse]
hit the west side through thirty
i been ballin’ in the flame
they gon’ have to hang my jersey
dollar bills stack shin high
asian girls screamin’ will you notice me, senpai
whole gang swing by
now it’s a fiesta
now i’m being extra
now i’m talk’n wild like i’m tryna date nadeska
dow’n off the don don
give my phone to milaan
t pain and they callin’
bartender comes on
who’s coming home with me
girl i got drivers you don’t need your keys
i just need one not two not three
soon as i’m done then you really got to leave
just a life style of a young rich bachelor
can’t take it serious, shes f-cking other rappers
woman everywhere i’m a world wide traveler
yeeeah eaah

[verse 1]
-ss like what? f-ck it up
you’re like patron mixed with henny in your cup
you say i workin’ 9 to 5, not enough
so you can turn up 2am in the club
cash like what? f-ck it up
all the ones on the floor mixed with dubs
you say you lookin’ for a baller, not a scrub
whoever throw the most money showin’ love
so let a young n-gg- come and handle it
booty so big, i keep my hands off it
up and down the pole, got my fantasizin’
in the back of the coupe, let me play wit’ it
all up on the stage, but you start with your top
girl, i ain’t leavin’ til’ them panties drop
all this money everywhere, got you diggin’ a lot
cuz you’re livin’ la vida loca

[verse 2]
all this money, all enough on you
instead of throwin’ ones, i throw these dubs on you
all these n-gg-s in the club wanna love on you
only cash on your -ss when they touch, shawty
blood bag, pop a bottle, then we on the way
all this drank on me, i ain’t tryna waste
you wanna leave with a n-gg-, i see it in your face
quit playin’ with a n-gg-, come and run a play
so let a young n-gg- come and handle it
booty so big, i keep my hands off it
up and down the pole, got my fantasizin’
in the back of the coupe, let me play wit’ it
all up on the stage, but you start with your top
girl, i ain’t leavin’ til’ them panties drop
all this money everywhere, got you diggin’ a lot
cuz you’re livin’ la vida loca

- derek king russ lyrics

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