Russell Westbrick Lyrics

Woooowoo, ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, yeah, yeah

Gettin' loads of that money, gotta count it fast

You hear that sound, then I'll do the dash

Hold on, let me hit the gas, exotic come and get a pack

They took your shit, go get it back

Come get it back aye

Damn, her ass is kinda fat

I like the way she throw it back

Fuck it, I'ma throw some racks

You niggas cappin' on them tracks

We put the city on the map

When you niggas had diaper rash

Solo caught him stealin' swag

I love this bad bitch, but I swear that I can't stand her

She always hit my phone, gettin' mad and throwin' tantrums

Beat the pussy up like a motherfuckin' snare drum

Dominican blowout when she want her hair done

Mossberg shotgun, I call that bitch big pump, you hear that

It'll bust out your eardrums

Glizzy with a switch, dunk on a nigga and one

She said she with the shits, come on and fuck me with your friend now

And I'm off a perky, so you might need surgery

Beat a bitch back out, now she call me Hercules

Then, Ima eat her pussy while her friend is slurpin' me

You do it like a rookie, that's why your bitch is in love with me

Remember we was down bad, but guess what, we up now

Setting up plays the pack gone before it touchdown

Back then they didn't want me, bet they wanna fuck now

I did this shit overnight and niggas wanna know how

Come to my trap, I'm stackin' bread like Tetris

And I'ma milk the game, Nesquik

Put the dope in the Ninja so I get the best blend

36 zips, bitch, I'm Russell Westbrick

36 zips bitch I'm Flexx Westbrick