I Swear

Lyrics
[Hook] I just wanna stay rich, I swear Dance on these bricks, I swear Count money, fuck on my bitch, I swear My young boy empty whole clips, I swear Stay rich, I swear Whole bricks, I swear Thirty-six, I swear Footprints, I swear Stay rich, I swear Big bricks, I swear Thirty-six, I swear I just wanna count money, cook bricks, I swear [Verse] I'm the one that brought the powder up Hopped out in the Prada talking to my dog He said that boy was lacking at the party so he shot it up Fuck around and do Ezekiel Elliot numbers I'm the type bring a key to the tele and pump it Paranoid I think that these niggas telling or something Paranoid I think that they tapped the celly or something I ain't saying nothing Sucka niggas The untouchable boy you ain't fucking with us Last night I got a call from my stove, she said You took my name, turned my handle got me that I know I should be grateful, but I don't Want these kids that coming after you to think this shit a joke Spilled powder on my face and they don't even wipe me off Bring these extra niggas round that I know won't follow code Treat me like these other hoes Get me high, turn me on, I should be on medium low You know how it go Ice hit the hot pyrex and it break like in your song Now he lost, money gone, I fucked his yay up He still hold that cash, how he gon pay up? Digging glass up out my eye, but really he the one can't see I be here between these counters when they come and grab the team I'm just tryna help you eat I watched they mamas and they grandmamas stand in front of me and cry and say that they need to get they shit together All them niggas round can't buy a brick together 'Cause y'all don't listen never Or they listening to niggas like you That talk all that shit and think that it's gon come that easy too Tell em how I used to help you turn fourteen to thirty-two When all you had was your re-up tunnel vision and no jewels Or that investigation room, that's where you find out who your friends is When you stop giving a fuck about the money and the Benzes When you wish you stayed low and kept them niggas out your business Why you don't tell em that? That's before all of the bricks, all the fountain blue cabanas, all the hellcats Call me back
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Credits
- Writers
- Stove God Cooks
- Roc Marciano