Westheimer Westside Gunn (Ft. Boldy James, Sauce Walka & Stove God Cooks)

[Intro: Stove God Cooks]
Thang, mm
Thang in my, uh

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Back seat of the Rolls Royce
Screamin' "Money ain't a thang" in my Hov voice
I had to get rich, they left me no choice
It weigh a lil' extra 'cause the dope moist
It weigh a lil' extra 'cause the dope moist
I had to kill 'em, niggas left me no choice
We countin' money in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce
Screamin' "Money ain't a thang"

[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
Half zip (Go), to a half brick (Go), 'til they can't fit
Pan whippin', she like, "You got powder on your Stan Smiths" (Haha)
I'm like, "Bitch, these Alexanders", my lawyеr told me I ain't have to answer
It don't еven matter, I went in there lyin'
Spinnin', I went Barry Sanders (I went Barry Sanders)
Play with them answers, they said the got me on the cameras
That's why to this day, I don't fuck with cameras (Ha)
Boy, you better thank your God that that shit jammed up (You better be thankin' God, nigga)
Cuban under the Canada Goose
Drop ceiling in the basement, four hundred bands in the roof (Ask my mama)
Ha, they paint pictures in my likeness now
I'll have Lil Boosie out the two seater come wipe you down (Brrt, pow, pow, pow, pow)
My section full of diamond chains and Ace bottles (It is)
Thick legs, small waist models, I had tunnel vision Ye goggles
He got some shooters that don't play 'bout him (Hahaha, Stove)