Swift

Lyrics

[Intro] You disrespect us in these streets, then we gon' sling (Woo) (Lala on the beat) [Chorus] Big money, I'm an earner Slap a bitch nigga with a burner All my young niggas, they be purgin' All my bitches rich and got Birkin's In November, giving out turkeys All my hand straps hold thirty Got a dime with me, she thirty Go against me, I do a nigga dirty (Dirty) Livin' like me, you gotta have a check I be lowkey, I'm hidin' my address Going to the top, I'm walkin' up the steps Wake up in Japan, eating on crêpes, yeah Hundreds comin' in swift, yeah Bought a bitch a breast lift, yeah Customizing my whips I went thirty rounds in my clip [Verse] I told bae to comе and give me lip Sprint to the racks, thеy fresh and on my hip Havin' the income for my jit Nigga might cross a plug like Chris Blood money, you see red on it Made a fortune, I bled for it Nigga try me, he dead for it Fuck a bitch and break her head for it Takin' 12 on car chases We ain't tryna catch fed cases Give her back shots, I'm a backbreaker I'm the alpha, nigga, not the omega Can't go out bad, I'm too player On the shroom, it got a nigga heart racin' Scam funds, got Zelle payments Plug money, got big places Fake license, fake name, fake socials, but got real chains White rose look cocaine Presidential and it's Plain Jane Look inside my eyes and you'll see real pain Run up on my car, I swear to God, we gon' bang, bang, yeah Try and keep it too real and they gon' hate you for it Find your talent, make a name and they gon' pay you for it Get disrespectful in these streets and we gon' slay you for it (We gon' slay you for it) Different climates, different regions, you know I'm steady boardin' Ali got me with these A1 stones, these bitches don't need no flash I ain't worried 'bout no rainy days, I got two million in my stash Be smart inside these streets, set some goals and don't you crash Where I'm from, the weak perish and only the strong niggas last (Last) [Chorus] Big money, I'm an earner Slap a bitch nigga with a burner All my young niggas, they be purgin' All my bitches rich and got Birkin's In November, giving out turkeys All my hand straps hold thirty Got a dime with me, she thirty Go against me, I do a nigga dirty (Dirty) Livin' like me, you gotta have a check I be lowkey, I'm hidin' my address Going to the top, I'm walkin' up the steps Wake up in Japan, eating on crêpes, yeah Hundreds comin' in swift, yeah Bought a bitch a breast lift, yeah Customizing my whips I went thirty rounds in my clip