(Hook)
Rolling Stone Mick Swagger
Watch my pockets get fatter
They just mad my b**h badder
But it really don't matter
Tell 'em save the chit chatter
Still holdin' that ladder
Still a get his sh** splattered
And it really don't matter (×2)
(Verse 1)
See me bouncin' through the hood
Ya b**h was bouncin' on the wood
Rollin' ounces of the good
Steady countin' like I should
f** a check up drippin' like Im Ronny
I remember whippin' in them Johnny's
Got her wet she drippin' like Dasani
Runnin' to the money that's where you can find me
Young n***a in his prime now
Tell 'em that it's my time now
p**y hatin' better calm down
Everything I wear design now
Bright lights of the night life
My Sprite spiked my Ice bright
I treat ya b**h to a nice night
Then tell her go and have a nice life
Thought last night was my last night
That's the consequence of this fast life
Im takin' risks to get my cash right menage's wit' some bad dikes
Like it natural no a** shots
Turn ya b**h to my mascot
Bands all in my stash spot
Lookin' Im a jackpot
Gettin' to the paper screamin' f** a hater
.40 wit' the laser shooters that a lay ya
b**h I been a playa see me kickin' flavor Ima let you love her I just penetrate her
Took a couple pills take a couple more
Ima get it first 'cause I want it more
Before the @ names and the under scores b**h I been a bull b**h I been a bull
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(Bridge)
Peep how I swag on 'em
Might hit the dab on 'em
Might cop a Jag on 'em
Might drop a bag on 'em
Oh that's my bad homie
I got you mad homie
Cover the tab homie
Work by the slab homie
(Verse 2)
b**h Im that n***a that's no lie
Mixin' these d** got me so high
Should buy me an airport Im so fly
f** a n***a playin' both sides
Serve 'em raw yeah my phone was buzzin' cop enough then Ima throw 'em something stop the talkin' I know you frontin'
Beat it up like she owe me something
Catch me rollin' wit' a savage
Catch a murder that's practice
n***a servin' that package
n***a swervin' that Aston
Doin' donuts in a Lambo
Fresh bu*ta's and Camo's
Take down on ya Bando
Fill ya whole block wit' Ammo
Turtle Top that's a trap van
No Namco Im Pac-Man
Don't f** wit' clowns like Batman
Wit' a white b**h on black sand
Smokin' good and poppin' pills
Sip lean count dollar bills
f** you n***as that's just how I feel
Hatin' n***as salty as the Bonneville
Standin' in the kitchen whippin' up the work and I got ya wifey liftin' up her skirt
Runnin' to the money we gon' get it first
Any n***a cross us they can get a hearse they know it yet but Ima livin' legend
And we gettin' paper by the milliseconds p**y n***a scared probably call the cops make me bring that drum out like Im Charlie Watts
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