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grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag

Check my swag
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
understand what i'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when i'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwes only
[INTRO]
Icey
Why they got to hate on me?
(I don't know, I guess they love my swag, love my swag, love my swag)
Ha ha who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike
on my waves

[Chorus]

By the bar and I own the club
Can't own the bar 'cause I'm superstar

I'm so turned up cant turn me down
Blowing pounds
a train
Ain't got no whip cause my cash ain't straight

Walked to the club, forgot my swag
But it's okay, I got a chick to bang
Prim tuck low, passed
a train
Ain't got no whip cause my cash ain't straight

Walked to the club, forgot my swag
But it's okay, I got a chick to bang
Prim tuck low, passed
to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it
a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone 'cause the redbones is my new thing

Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
but she can't get my bank homey
Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good it's so good
She can't flaunt her thing on me
She can be full of swag
a train
Ain't got no whip cause my cash ain't straight

Walked to the club, forgot my swag
But it's okay, I got a chick to bang
Prim tuck low, passed
'cause they know my swag be mean 
I can do it by myself or I can do it with my team 
But when I'm with my brothers, we just hit that dream team

Now
rolling nigga goin' platinum
V12 rolling nigga goin' platinum

Swag like a lighter
And I keep my swag lit
Man I'm on fire
That can't tell a nigga shit
nigga
I said it's Guwop nigga,
Turn Up
Aye Man
King of Fendi

I think one too many blunts today
Too many beers now I’m drunk today
I drunk a pint
French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probly strapped
It’s the Rocky cap, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar
sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G's when we ride hoe, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit
In
for us not to make the bed squeak
(There goes the bed sheets)
Everybody rip the swag off
'Fore I rip the tag off
Why my pants sag off, 'cause I'm
on my dick (why) fuckin' centerfolds
And I swear to god they so cold
Got a nigga in Miami wearing winter clothes
I got my fur on feelin' like Jerome
no, the hood was strugglin'
But then I blessed them with that polo
Niggas was making music and then my first solo
Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo
She
by myself

Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
couldn't ball with a Tosticle, nigga

Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
Ha! Peek-a-boo, bitch! Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit
Gorillas in the mist, pro-black: pump they fist
I'm
passions and more
Witnessing peace as it pass through my soul
Nothing can irritate masses like literally showing them stagnance can turn into growth