Russ - Money lyrics

[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 motherf**ing pound Photoshoots and Euro trips Cash out when that euro hits My bank account smell like a lotto When that f**ing 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 "f** every single obstacle" I'm off it, come on [Hook x2: Russ] So I make money Money don't make me So I make money Woah-woah Oh-oh-oh-oh-oohh [Verse 2: Bugus] I'm in the hole for 20,000 Got me sick in my stomach I was on some holy sh** But now I need me some money Cause I been too damn ashamed to hit my dad back Cause I've been waiting trying to find how I can get these stacks back What the f** did I spend it on? Swipe this, swipe that Damn I walk up in the store I like this, I like that Bought a f**ing plane ticket Flight there, flight back When I got there, I laid there, on the right mat Right up in the five star Oh, had the fine guard Lined with the best suite, never lied ya'll Some people never get it cause they never tried ya'll They treat me different at the bank, I'm starting to like ya'll [Hook x2: Russ] So I make money Money don't make me So I make money Woah-woah Oh-oh-oh-oh-oohh