Dave East - Russia lyrics

[Intro] Holiday Season [Verse 1] I talked to god like I'm about to die (die) I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak) They paid no attention, was walking by (walking) Outside looking for smokers to start they high It was 7 am in my auntie building My man just got low, he a wanted k**er (wanted) You won't put in no work but you want a million? (huh?) Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin') I got no pics on Kairi New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin' (boom) Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese You say my name on a single, my n***as gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts) Jay might pick me up, we just got him a jeep Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth Send threats on the net but be hiding from me I play Soho that's why this designer on me Middle of the projects momma dying on me You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean) This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me 'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me [Chorus] I got a b**h, came from Russia, don't understand her when I f** her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin') I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your b**h all through the gutter, I just told her bust it We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might f** up your budget I got a b**h you can't touch Can't understand her when I f** her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin') I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your b**h all through the gutter, I just told her bust it We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might f** up your budget [Verse 2] Drum on me, don't play percussion f** her so good, she be cussing You got low with a onion (ay) I got this sh** out the dungeon I don't owe nobody nothing This pistol is Russian Matter of fact, this b**h is German Couldn't get nothin' from n***as, sh**, I had to earn it I got some Gelato, let's burn it Gun on me with no license, I don't got no permit Money, got it straight, look like I permed it f** the DA, I don't care about the verdict (f**) n***a violate, most likely got murdered (murdered) She ain't tryna f**, most likely I curved it (curve) She let me hit it, couldn't understand her She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam I'm really from the trenches working on my manners Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers One day, they keep taking pictures, so we took his camera Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome [Chorus] I got a b**h, came from Russia, don't understand her when I f** her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin') I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your b**h all through the gutter, I just told her bust it We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might f** up your budget