(Verse 1)
Yeah, they hate me cause I'm way too wavy, ooh
Saw she tried to play me I'm like bitch you crazy, ooh
L.E.S. NYC where I was staying, ooh
Brampton and Toronto I love 'em they raised me, yuh
If they want my time they better over pay me, yuh
Get the fuck up out my interview, I'm Lil Wayneing, yuh
Love it when my baby got her hair braided, ugh
No that ain't my wife, I'm more pussy dating, yeah
I need Latinas up at La Marina
Dark-skinned queens with they yellow fever
Quick to tell a skeezer leave 'cause I don't need you
I'm only into boss bitches chasing cheese
I'm leaving out the back, slide into her place on schedule
Shit 'bout to get sexual, downin' whiskey with the redbull
Ask her if she okay 'cause you know I'm too respectful
Trap Nick Carter in the section getting wreckful, yuh

(Hook)
Black leather boots still walking really heavy (yeah)
If she hella thick then I'ma hit it if she let me (okay)
It take her 'bout an hour to get ready
Then my cell phone bling, she like daddy come and get me
Booty call
(You could do it better)
Yuh
(You could do it better)
Booty call
(You could do it better)
Yeah yeah
Russ could do it better, yuh

(Verse 2)
Got a girl named Jamie she gon' blow my, blow my brains out
Girl named Amy she said Russell whip that thing out
Girl named Carmen when we hang she bring the Range out
That might be her daddy's it don't matter, he won't mind at all
Racked out
Three cars full of soldiers bitch we blacked out
Invest the money, count the guala, smoke a fat pound
Yellow boy in St. Laurent, he got them tats out
Kiss her forehead then I dash out
I love them strippers goin' up and down the pole
Girl make that tuition, go and get that money, go
Black, white, yellow, brown, every color centerfold
That girl just brought her man
Yeah, that fuck boy gotta go
Oh (get the fuck out)
Trynna get up on my Hefner
I'm a youngin' till I die
Knock em down and I don't sweat her
I don't text, I don't call, so that chick wrote me a letter
She said Russ, I love my boyfriend but you could do it better
(Hook)
Black leather boots still walking really heavy (yeah)
If she hella thick then I'ma hit it if she let me (okay)
It take her 'bout an hour to get ready
Then my cell phone bling, she like daddy come and get me
Booty call
(You could do it better)
Yuh
(You could do it better)
Booty call
(You could do it better)
Yeah yeah
Russ could do it better

(Bridge)
Girl make that tuition, go and get that money, go g- go
Girl, girl, that, that, go and, go and, get that money, get that money

(Verse 3)
Fuck out the way
I need some money to jump out the wraith
I need some money to make some mistakes
I get drunk, hella stoned, take a jay to the face
Ooh
You a disgrace
People like you, bitch we alienate
They know the team is Richvale in the place
Russell the boy, Russell my name
I need the papers so Russell gon' chase
It don't come overnight, I'ma just wait
She on my jock, hella ass, little waist
She love the boy so she giving me face
Ugh
Livin' this way
She see the game like she see a buffet
All she can eat
She like okay
Ask if she love you, she tell you no way
Russell