[Hook]
I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too
We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot
You Better Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck N***a
Fo’ We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck N***a
My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute
I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe
So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, N***a
We Know That You Ain’t Bout That, N***a

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m On Fire!
Ima Fuck Around And Make These Pussy N***as Retire!
You Won’t Make It In These Streets If You Wasn’t Born A Survivor
Yo Bitch Give Me Sloppy Top, She Fill My Dick With Saliva
Ya Lookin’ Fo’ Us, N***a, Then You Know Where To Find Us
I Swear Man, Everywhere I Go, I Always See Cameras
We Turn Around And We See Paparazzi Behind Us
I Wake Up, Get That Cake, And Spend That Shit In Pajamas
These Hoes Be On My Dick, But Me, I Always Decline Em
RIDER!
Doin’ Donuts In The Parkin’ Lot, I’m Burnin The Tires
If He Say He Could Fuck With Me, That N***a A Liar
I Just Popped Another Ecstasy And It Got Me Higher
Now You Know I’m The Fuckin Man! The Fuckin Man
Lotta Dope In My Fuckin Hands, Like The Baker Man
I Hope This Pussy N***a Understand, I’m Not Ya Man
N***a, I Don’t Wanna Shake Ya Hand, I’m Not A Fan
(NAWWW, NAWWW!)
[Hook]
I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too!
We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot!
Yu Betta Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck N***a!
Fo’ We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck N***a!
My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute
I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe
So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, N***a!
We Know That You Ain’t Bout That, N***a

[Verse 2]
Ridin’ Down The Highway, With My Baby
My Rims Dancin’, Forgiatos Do The Nay-Nay
I Had One Wish To Be Rich Like I’m Ray J
And If You Owe Me Money, Boy You Better Pay Me
On These Beats, I Go Nuts Like A Payday
You Better Fix Yo Fuckin Hat, Cus We Gangbang
You Say You On That Bullshit, We On The Same Thing
I Watch My N***as Rob Ya, You A Fuckin Plain Jane
N***as Hate On Me, That Shit Come With The Rap Game
But I Was Taught To Remain Focused And Maintain
That N***a Ain't Got No Game, He’s A No Name!
And Bitch I Treat The Rap Game Like The Dope Game
Bitch, I’m With The Low Gang, You N***as So Lame
I Got These Bitches Dancing Like They On The Soul Train
I Damn Near Made A Million Dollars Off The Cocaine
Aye Kid, This Beat Is FIRE, Hope It Come With Propane
GANG!
[Hook]
I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too!
We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot!
Yu Betta Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck N***a!
Fo’ We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck N***a!
My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute
I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe
So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, N***a!
We Know That You Ain’t Bout That, N***a