Swoosh (feat. CL4YMORE)

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Catch me riding around my city, in my bucket
Covered in Ricky
Paying homage to the squad
And then I light me up some sticky
Bad bitch rolling by my side
And she don't need no stylist
Truey jeans, bread in my pocket
Hands on my dick
Girl like a dream, hot like a rocket
And she trying to hit
The light is on green, so we ain't stopping
You pussies gonna quit
They chasing like fiends, straight to the top and
We giving them hits
No they can't keep with this fashion
Or these fabrics
No, I seen them, seen these pussies trying to match it
But they trashy
Huh, huh
If you bad throw it up
If he mad, come with us
If they can't afford to kick it, why the fuck they in the club?
Count it up, yah yah
I waited four summers
And did it all for the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque
Yah
Count it up, yah yah
I waited four summers
And did it all for the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque
I don't give a fuck I did it all for the cheque
I can see right through you bitch you'll never catch me lacking
Do the same thing over, definition of insanity
Bitch I say it once, if you fucked up don't get mad at me
I study the cheques like a nerd in an exam
Ask me for my name? Bitch that's Sam, Sam-I-am
Ask me fucking twice, put a claymore to your mans
Lick the blood like jam
Mix that with green eggs and ham
Count it up, yah yah
I waited four summers
And did it all for the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque
Yah
Count it up, yah yah
I waited four summers
And did it all for the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque
For the cheque