Blues
I'm the man now ask around
I got that bag now drippin swag now
Hit the lot leave paper tags now
Throwin cash out stripper hoes
They got they ass out
In my bag now ask around bitch
I'm the man now
A swag so cold make a hot bitch choose
I was born to win but they wanna see me lose
I got all type of shit 500 for my shoes
Hustle like I'm Nipsey gotta pocket full of blues yea
I been catching plays trappin in the Bape
Glock right on my waist
Yo bitch ain't even my taste
I'm eating like a boss 70 dollar plates
I do this shit foreal steak with the eel
Plug throwin bags they callin me Odell
Gas like a pit stop trap spot just like Shell
What ya on dawg?
Bussin down them P's they call me O-Dawg
Bring them bitches out that's a hoe call
Swag for days we been catching plays
Fly as a plane yea that bitch know my name
I'm that nigga backwood ain't no swisher
Fly, go to take picture swag sick like salmonella
I'm the man now ask around
I got that bag now drippin swag now
Hit the lot leave paper tags now
Throwin cash out stripper hoes
They got they ass out
In my bag now ask around bitch
I'm the man now
A swag so cold make a hot bitch choose
I was born to win but they wanna see me lose
I got all type of shit 500 for my shoes
Hustle like I'm Nipsey gotta pocket full of blues yea
Think I'm Nipsey Hussle gotta pocket full of blues
I ain't quick to tussle but I'm quick to buss ya
Seen yo hoe but I ain't choose
Smoking out the pound like I'm Uncle Snoop
Down for A minute now I can't lose
Niggas stealing swag think I wanna sue
Swag cold like the flu
Maintenance man with that tool
Wood stuffed with that Glue
700 for my shoes
Niggas giving clues
Already know that cash rules
Niggas talking cash, April Fools
Getting to that paper boy I'm that dude
Nigga... Stay in school
I'm the man now ask around
I got that bag now drippin swag now
Hit the lot leave paper tags now
Throwin cash out stripper hoes
They got they ass out
In my bag now ask around bitch
I'm the man now
A swag so cold make a hot bitch choose
I was born to win but they wanna see me lose
I got all type of shit 500 for my shoes
Hustle like I'm Nipsey gotta pocket full of blues yea
I got that bag now drippin swag now
Hit the lot leave paper tags now
Throwin cash out stripper hoes
They got they ass out
In my bag now ask around bitch
I'm the man now
A swag so cold make a hot bitch choose
I was born to win but they wanna see me lose
I got all type of shit 500 for my shoes
Hustle like I'm Nipsey gotta pocket full of blues yea
I been catching plays trappin in the Bape
Glock right on my waist
Yo bitch ain't even my taste
I'm eating like a boss 70 dollar plates
I do this shit foreal steak with the eel
Plug throwin bags they callin me Odell
Gas like a pit stop trap spot just like Shell
What ya on dawg?
Bussin down them P's they call me O-Dawg
Bring them bitches out that's a hoe call
Swag for days we been catching plays
Fly as a plane yea that bitch know my name
I'm that nigga backwood ain't no swisher
Fly, go to take picture swag sick like salmonella
I'm the man now ask around
I got that bag now drippin swag now
Hit the lot leave paper tags now
Throwin cash out stripper hoes
They got they ass out
In my bag now ask around bitch
I'm the man now
A swag so cold make a hot bitch choose
I was born to win but they wanna see me lose
I got all type of shit 500 for my shoes
Hustle like I'm Nipsey gotta pocket full of blues yea
Think I'm Nipsey Hussle gotta pocket full of blues
I ain't quick to tussle but I'm quick to buss ya
Seen yo hoe but I ain't choose
Smoking out the pound like I'm Uncle Snoop
Down for A minute now I can't lose
Niggas stealing swag think I wanna sue
Swag cold like the flu
Maintenance man with that tool
Wood stuffed with that Glue
700 for my shoes
Niggas giving clues
Already know that cash rules
Niggas talking cash, April Fools
Getting to that paper boy I'm that dude
Nigga... Stay in school
I'm the man now ask around
I got that bag now drippin swag now
Hit the lot leave paper tags now
Throwin cash out stripper hoes
They got they ass out
In my bag now ask around bitch
I'm the man now
A swag so cold make a hot bitch choose
I was born to win but they wanna see me lose
I got all type of shit 500 for my shoes
Hustle like I'm Nipsey gotta pocket full of blues yea
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Writer(s): Jimmy Peterson
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