Ain't my fault, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Swag, swag, swag)
It's hella money in the couch
Won't give you up, I love you now
Fuck, it made me love all things about you, uh
If we made love, would it change your output on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
And I can't talk to your bitch, it smells like artichoke when she speak
Uh, I don't gotta say please
It's hella money, I don't gotta say please
Won't give you up, I love you now, say please (Fuck)
It made me love all things about you (I don't gotta say please)
Uh, if we made love, would it change your output on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me (Mhm)
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
It's hella money in the couch
It made me trust everything about you (Man, fuck)
I don't gotta say please (Okay)
I don't care, that bitch a dub, what? (I don't gotta say please)
I'm doin' pills and I ain't countin', I ain't countin'
'Cause I ain't sell 'em, I just been turnt, I'm in a Tahoe
She just wanna love everything about me, 'thing about me
She said lil' Nett came with a couple hundred thousand
She said, "My buddy keep a couple hundred rounds", huh
I could care less about the press, we get them out, huh
I'm with G-Money, smokin' on a fuckin' ounce, huh
Ain't smokin' crack, you know I ain't about it
I keep like hundreds on me, bitch, I keep that pocket full
From the Rich I, from the Rich, I shoot
From the Rich, they shootin' out the window with that Uzi
I don't no more, hundreds, just spend more
I don't know if I ranked up, eight hundred on me (Swag, swag, swag)
It's hella money in the couch
Won't give you up, I love you now
Fuck, it made me love all things about you, uh
If we made love, would it change your output on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
And I can't talk to your bitch, it smells like artichoke when she speak
Fuck Swag
Fuck Swag
Fuck Swag
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