N***a Sh*t (Swoosh) (Explicit)

N***a Sh*t (Swoosh) (Explicit) - SAINt JHN

Composed by：Carlos St. John/Lee Stashenko

Swoosh I'm ballin'

I don't know the f**k them n***as call it

But out here n***a we call it the wave

On my n***a s**t you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh b***h I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it

But baby I be gone in the mornin'

So it's champagne and models in the mornin'

First of f**kin' all I was tryna ball

Word to Renny Penny countin' pennies at the jar

Starter jacket raw Gucci loafers nah

Learn to keep a secret don't repeat what you saw

Flames trappin' raw goin' door to door

Hammer in my bookbag no respect for the law

Beamer for the car but that's a '94

And breaks didn't work and we was still goin' hard

B***h I've been a star I know I'm a star

I've been Ghetto Lenny except without the guitar

We build the repoire silk and cigars

And money comin' in all hail to it lord n***a much love

Had her up and down it's a mothaf**kin' Sunday

Who who the f**k gotta go to work Monday

Who who who gotta set their money up n***a who

Who I really wish you little n***as let go

Swoosh I'm ballin'

I don't know the f**k them n***as call it

But out here n***a we call it the wave

On my n***a s**t you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh b***h I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it

But baby I be gone in the mornin'

So it's champagne and models in the mornin'

Ghetto Lenny no guitar ayy

You ever been to Bogotá Ayy

I got a girl oh I forgot ayy

This Diplomatico cigar

She like gold bottles or whatever so I buy it or whatever

So she try it or whatever on a diet or whatever

She a model or whatever she a model or whatever

Got me spendin' like a n***a hit the lotto or whatever

True

Had her up and down it's a mothaf**kin' Sunday

Who who the f**k gotta go to work Monday

Who who who gotta set their money up n***a who

Who I really wish you little n***as let go

Swoosh I'm ballin'

I don't know the f**k them n***as call it

But out here n***a we call it the wave

On my n***a s**t you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh b***h I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it

But baby I be gone in the mornin'

So it's champagne and models in the mornin'