The Italian Job Russ

[Intro]
Yeah, ma'fucker
Hehehe
Yeah
Make a classic every day, bitch
Yeah
Yeah, same shit, sipping CÎROC, makin' classic
Do what the fuck I want, fuck your whole life
Yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah, bitch

[Verse]
Yeah, knock, knock
Hello world, it's the motherfuckin' genius
Stop, watch me sow I plot like a seamstress
Clocks hangin' on my wall of achievements
Stocks lightin' up like a blunt, I'ma chief this
Dream with a team, it's complete, game over
DIEMON, we can make the Heat play colder
Shinin', I may get a sleek Range Rover
Give it to my sister, proceed to take over
Yeah, every beat I make is a classic
Every leap of faith is a practice
Feet set, waitin' for the world to pass it
Out in L.A., blowin' Jay's off this rap shit
Knew that I can have it soon as I can find it
Jets out to New York, feelin' like a Giant
Young and so defiant with a purpose
I'm about to jump in a fire, and I'm shirtless
Better call the nurses, preferably the tan ones
With a little accent, hips like handguns
Grips like Phantoms huggin' on the street
Me, Im huggin' curves, makin' hits in the sheets, ha
Lips so sweet, but the world so sour
So I'm dippin' out for the money and the power
Lips so sweet, but the world so sour
So I'm dippin' out for the money and the power
Yah