I Got the Swag

Tell em' Tell em'
Hopped up out the Lambo (woosh)
(Put my top back (woosh)
Soulja tellem, I'm spending hot shit
Shoutout to the birdman (man)
Shoutout to the cash
Man we hold it down pull up to the club 30 B (woosh)
Every song that I drop I spit that knowledge (ice)
I pull up to my mansion and it's bigger than a college
Ya boy spending cash every second every minute
When it come to the stunting dog it ain't no limit (yeah)
Sipping on the bottle until that bitch empty (yeah)
Bottle after bottle yeah I got plenty (yeah)
I'm just getting started ain't no where near finished
The chain on my neck cost two drop top Bentleys

I, I, I, I Be so High (so High)
So, so fly (so fly)
Above the clouds
I, I, I Got Da Swag Flu
I, I, I Be so clean (so so clean)
New Jeans (new jeans)
Look, look at me, I, I, I, I Got da Swag Flu
I, I, I, I Be so High (so High)
So, so fly (so fly)
Above the clouds
I, I, I Got Da Swag Flu
I, I, I Be so clean (so so clean)
New Jeans (new jeans)
Look, look at me, I, I, I, I Got da Swag Flu

Birdman Yeah Young
Swisha, sweets, money on the fee
Hundred on the sheet
Cartier 50 a piece
Condo suites, Versace sheets
Cold whip game, candy am a hundred each
My type hot drop top sunny nights
Cash money life, popping bottles privite flights
Versace shades, baby got this money to blow
And she know it so I bought her to this marble floor

Holiday everyday in this high life
Red hot lights and smash on site
Spending how you feel
Always daddy, life is priceless
Strapped in that new caddy

I, I, I, I Be so High (so High)
So, so fly (so fly)
Above the clouds
I, I, I Got Da Swag Flu
I, I, I Be so clean (so so clean)
New Jeans (new jeans)
Look, look at me, I, I, I, I Got da Swag Flu



Credits
Writer(s): Markus Utke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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