Tim Russ money talks

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Tell you how
Tell you how to do it
Tell you how to do it
Boys are freaking fly now
And they end up getting money so I might be looking fly now
Quiet now Russ is talking
I mean Russ is chirping
You catch fleas when you lay with bitches way too often
I just duck, keep it moving
Flipping thugs into fruition
I just sold out shows in Europe
With no label, no booking agent, no manager, no publicist
Just me, myself and all my visions
The self belief, the passions and the little persistence
I know some people that know some people that'll get you fucked up
If you don't keep your distance
Homie keep your distance
I got my cam with me, King with me
Pretty bitches that sing for me
Alley oop me the Gucci
And then I'm dunking like timothy
Niggaz ain't getting no money
Niggaz ain't getting no doe
Wouldn't know when I'm counting my money
Wouldn't know if a nigga went broke
(first of all) When I copped the mansion
I copped a gun for every room
Cos I know Niggaz camping
And you won't catch me lamping
Whole crew on some Hugo
Boss up
Say what
Talk up
Birds tend to flock when I walk up
Here's my toast
I'm trying to get bread, gel a loaf
For my squad, giddy up
That's the pledge of allegiance
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Praying to Jesus, hoping that he saves ya'll
Ya'll better save yourselves, mo***
Niggaz ain't getting no money
Niggaz ain't getting no doe
Wouldn't know when I'm counting my money
Wouldn't know if a nigga went broke
(first of all)

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