Russian Cream Roy Woods

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin' goin' on
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don't need a bitch, unless she 'bout makin' dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my song that I got with Ty Dolla $ign
When I'm in LA I'm fuckin' shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beats forty times (40)
Niggas copy sauce, claim it's theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin' up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS these ain't no S1's
I don't put no thought into a thot, that's a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin' bags, yeah, yeah (bag)
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah (Russian cream)
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah (wasteman)
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci bag)
Only fuck with bitches gettin' bags, yeah, yeah (Gucci bag)
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah (Russian cream)
Shorty scared of a wasteman, yeah, yeah