Russ – Guess What (ft. Rick Ross) (Lyrics, Video)

Watch the official Video to Guess What by Russ featuring Rick Ross. The song was produced by Boi-1da and Jahaan Sweet.

Russ Guess What (ft. Rick Ross) (prod. Boi 1da, Jahaan Sweet)

When Rick Ross is in the vicinity, all parties within a twenty-meter radius experience a boost in entrepreneurial prowess. Russ, himself an independent self-made man, seemed to commit to Renzel’s ideology full swing. For their lavish anthem “Guess What,” the pair opted to come through with some truly opulent visuals, drawing strong influence from mafioso imagery.

In the opening segments, our heroes find themselves hosting a high-stakes poker game complete with open bars and scantily clad mobile masseuses. It’s certainly a high life and one that likely comes with no shortage of peril. Betrayal can come from all angles, as jealous ones will always envy by nature. Russ has already experienced no shortage of naysayers plotting on his demise, so it’s no wonder he’s opted to turn things up to eleven. And who can blame him – one does not simply film a video with the Boss himself every evening. It only makes sense to live out some of those long-dormant power fantasies.

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LYRICS

[Chorus: Russ]
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin’ photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how ’bout you?
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin’ photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how ’bout you?

[Verse 1: Russ]
(Guess what?) Yeah, yeah
Race against your doubt, a lot of y’all ain’t runnin’ fast enough
I can spot a fake before we even finish dappin’ up
Clappin’ when they win, but when I win, they never clap it up
Parents’ marriage crumbled, so I told my mama pack it up
Eatin’ ’til I’m fat enough, rise again like Lazarus
They be thinkin’ what I’m sayin’, tell me how you mad at Russ?
Ooh, this pussy’s good as fuck, it’s temptin’ not to wrap it up
Bitch, I’m ’bout to block you ’cause that shit’s gon’ have me actin’ up
Pass a blunt and laugh it up and celebrate my life
I want roses when I’m livin’ not just roses when I die
This ain’t somethin’ I was given, had to take it, make it mine
Stay on office, keep on winnin’, gotta make it, take it mine
I got many checks, I’m swimmin’ in it
Henny sex, we hittin’ different
Heavy chest, when Nipsey didn’t
Make it through, give me a minute, yeah
Only thinkin’ vertical
Run the marathon from top to bottom on some personals
McLarens and convertibles, my Porsche’s name is Percival
I studied this shit inside out but I am not reversible
Livin’ way too purposeful, my values ain’t coercible
You made a hit but shit you probably still not reimbursable
Money every Friday, indie catalog, I’m versatile
My throwaways are hits for you, one day I might be merciful
Shootin’ for the stars, I never hesitate, I’m first to pull
Y’all be with the common folk, I’m at the private terminal

[Chorus: Russ]
Guess what? Yeah, I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin’ photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how ’bout you?
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin’ photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how ’bout you?
Maybach Music

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
(Guess what?) Yeah, spend a quarter million on a coupe, guess what? (Guess what?)
MET Gala, hunnid for the suit, bless us (Bless us)
Weed burnin’, never call a truce
So you never want a problem, just a legend how I move
Head rush, me and Russ comin’ like we Dre and Snoop
’64 Impala, just the way we play with loot
Big bank ballin’, in the paint, I’m known to shoot
Dolce & Gabbana or Versace be the mood
It’s no love for haters, so far from neighbors
Six chains swingin’, make it so hard on traitors
Start off in Avis, now it’s the latest
Made top five in this, I’ll be the greatest
Thought I was minor, my thoughts were major
Call it designer, sharp as a razor
Your shit declinin’, thought it would phase us
Call it vagina, your Uber is waitin’

[Chorus: Russ]
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin’ photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how ’bout you?
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin’ photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how ’bout you?
Guess what?