Hola how you do me, this that Polo with that Louis I'm Pacino in this bitch and you Manolo in that movie This that Uzi, I'm no thug, no bitch can't use me, I'm no drug But I put that toolie to your mug, hot as a two-piece to your tongue Canada conglomerate, blammers I've got on my back You ain't gotta go to the zoo to see where them llamas at Put them 24s on my coupe, it look like I'm tryna stack Higher than a pile at the laundromat, Swavey I be stackin' books, so I'm a time-is-money author Please don't hit my phone, unless that thing a money offer I be ballin' so hard that my name fill the whole roster I can never go to jail 'cause boy I own a law firm Bitch, I got that twista in my swisha This the shit to hit ya frame until you niggas get the picture I just hit 180 on my jigsaw, that's your lady? She my bitch Look I'm so mixed up, where my fix-up? Hola, cómo está? Spanish women on my jock Spend so much guap at the club that they had to ban me from the spot I live in Miami where it's hot and I get in them panties, where your spot? I be sippin' that liquor that put me inside the position to get me to gettin' that guap, boy Hop in my delorous-lorious, y'all niggas should forfeit, forfeit My new chick is so bad, so bad, she used to be your bitch, your bitch Hear you haters talkin', but I just ignore it My money, my lady, she overweight, I feel like I'm Norbit
Don't take a picture, take a look at me Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads Hatin' on money, you couldn't be Oh and I'm so sick, these niggas sick of me Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads
Back in this bitch and I'm packin' a fifth And I'm ready for action, you actin' the ish And you talkin' that trash, it's a smack to your lips I don't give a fuck 'bout it, I'm packin' a clip That'll give you that static with that automatic I let niggas have it who's back in that ratchet Despite all the havoc, I have what you lackin' You assholes, fastfo'd Rewind, now we are on me time Niggas got them pies and I ain't talkin' 'bout them Key Limes Ooh, I'm sayin' this more than two times Sayin' this more than two times Thousand-thousand-thousand dollar necklace out of Dubai Look up in the sky and you would see me if I flew by Put that .22 right to the middle of your two eyes If you in the building, bitch, meet the new guy If you in the building, bitch, meet the new guy Oh you love me? Me too, I'm ridin' with no G2 I just call her up before I beat it, get her pre-juiced Tryna get this cash but if I smash, she can be loose I'm too busy bein' me, so fuck tryna be you, Swavey
Don't take a picture, take a look at me Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads Hatin' on money, you couldn't be Oh and I'm so sick, these niggas sick of me Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads
Ay, ay Jae Fresco, ay, ay, ay Jae Fresco. Give these niggas a fuckin' year supply of thermometers, some Tylenol, and some robitussin. These niggas sick of us nigga. Yeah, Swavey, Canada. And I say that to the death, nigga, uh. Yo Cirraco take my beat out man, I don't want these niggas loopin' itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
