Swish Swish (feat. Papé, Big Bank & Artist 1)

Every time I'm balling
I hear swish swish, run it up
Money just be going up
Bank account be blowing up
Lean mix in my double cup
Got these niggas crying
Cuz I'm up y'all better suck it up
Every other day you see me coming up
You see me counting bricks bricks
Paper bags, all about my paper bags
Take her to Givenchy
Yeah, you know we popping paper tags
Break bread with my niggas
Show them money that they never had
Trenches life ain't easy nigga
Knew we had to make it back

Beaming at these niggas
Like I'm number one in laser tag
Don't sit at my table
You can't feast like I'm a racist dad
This new life ain't easy
Know some niggas that be bailing fast
Call me fire cuz women be
Stopping, dropping, and shaking ass
I'm here with PD and PD
But they don't like PD
These niggas don't call on the cops
We don't have guns, we don't fire
We icy so we just be stunting
Like all on the opps
Only time they hear the pop
Is when money just fall out our pockets
Like brah dah dah dah
We do not fear you
We really don't hear you
We blocking the noise
Just like la la la la

Every time I'm balling
I hear swish swish, run it up
Money just be going up
Bank account be blowing up
Lean mix in my double cup
Got these niggas crying
Cuz I'm up y'all better suck it up
Every other day you see me coming up
You see me counting bricks bricks
Paper bags, all about my paper bags
Take her to Givenchy
Yeah, you know we popping paper tags
Break bread with my niggas
Show them money that they never had
Trenches life ain't easy nigga
Knew we had to make it back

Swish, swish, all I do is swish
She know she fucking with a star
So baby come on make a wish
I'm just that nigga with the bag
It's like I'm Santa with the gifts
That's why I keep a toy
And mine the kind that got a switch
Fucking on a model chick
Medusa now his body stiff
Balling like I'm Roddy Rich
We flipping shit karate kick
Fucking on a thotty bitch
We shopping for Armani shit
Grind and stack the paper boy
That's how I make my mommy rich
He posted with a tommy fit
Nigga hella arrogant
Lately I been cooking in the lab
You just experiment
Say they got the story
But manipulate the narrative
Put me on a team
It's only right I had to carry it
I had to carry it, yuh, yuh

Yeah stale as shit, felt that shit
You know that's carat bitch
Pinky ring on blingy
Cause that cash I had to carry it
Shawty on my lap
We dress her right
And that's a cherry kiss
Could've been on records
But that grind I had to cherish it
Don't say that shit, that's dangerous
Big Bank could be on that bitch
Call of duty champion
That AK got extended clips
You be on that bending shit
While I be in dem millions
40 bill stacked to the air
That cash is what we really in



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Davis
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