[Verse 1: DJ Carnage] Do it for the low, swag my money long, homie Word around town, I got b**hes that will love me Loud pack all black, swag one hundred If you about money, I'm about money, let's talk about moola I'm stuntin, I'm stuntin, hoe I'm stuntin, my wrist loud, yo I'm stuntin, hoe How loud? stupid loud, hoe Black gun, black tech, black shauty All night, hit that bullit to your body I f** with Kreayshawn, I call her Kreay Gotti If you get her mad, she hit you with the 40 Go hard, call me Flocka, see Fake n***as try to step to me, Lotto on the line, say he got them bricks Time is money, now I go hit a lick [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] I can't hear your swag yeah, it's real quiet Heard you got those loud pockets, but I think you still lying My swagger loud, but your's, shh, keep it silant My swagger like a chopper in your ear, keep firing Boom bam I'm in the room now, I'm swaggin out b**hes thought I wasn't with the sh**, till I pulled it out 40 Cal in your face, now this b**h is runnin from the swag In the gun she didn't know was comin, but I'm here now Fear this, all these b**hes don't pop near this Cause if I pop off, I just might pull your top off And that ain't cool My swag will k** you, and my swag will k** him too And these b**hes never knew that, Kreayshawn rockin with this crew