[Hook x2: Russ]
So I make money
Money don't make me
So I make money
Woah-woah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oohh
[Verse 1: Russ]
Every night is celebratory bottles
And the boys are back in town
Plus Bugus got the studio smelling like a motherfucking pound
Photoshoots and Euro trips
Cash out when that euro hits
My bank account smell like a lotto
When that fucking euro flips
NYC to ATL
Cross the country to LA
Back to back to back to back
Overseas and U.S.A
That's the way my life is going
Keep up or get left behind
Baby I'm so 'bout it 'bout it
Baby I'm so 'bout it 'bout it
My agenda's far from hidden
My routine is non-existent
Handshakes and conversations
My religion is my vision
Sipping on that "anything is possible"
Bugus rollin' up that "fuck every single obstacle"
I'm off it, come on
So I make money
Money don't make me
So I make money
Woah-woah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oohh
[Verse 1: Russ]
Every night is celebratory bottles
And the boys are back in town
Plus Bugus got the studio smelling like a motherfucking pound
Photoshoots and Euro trips
Cash out when that euro hits
My bank account smell like a lotto
When that fucking euro flips
NYC to ATL
Cross the country to LA
Back to back to back to back
Overseas and U.S.A
That's the way my life is going
Keep up or get left behind
Baby I'm so 'bout it 'bout it
Baby I'm so 'bout it 'bout it
My agenda's far from hidden
My routine is non-existent
Handshakes and conversations
My religion is my vision
Sipping on that "anything is possible"
Bugus rollin' up that "fuck every single obstacle"
I'm off it, come on
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