Bars of Soap (feat. Swae Lee)

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I'm a running man

Sandals slipping off my feet on the sand

Counting up the bills with my dominant hand

Took twos, take this, appreciate it

It’s true, why take the rims off? Ha, ha

Mike WiLL Made-It

I'm going postal local

Coast to coast like La Nostra

My G.I. Joe pleasant, I've yet to see a cobra

So off my rocker, got me sipping club soda

Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up

I'm pitchin’ in, never in a dug out

Reaching in my pants and I can't take a head count

Flashback'03, things was looking run down

Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau

Killing shit like ten counts, y'all know how we get down

House with the fence around, y'all know that we in route

Transition from the Impala to the Fisker

I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert

Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails

Since you getting comfy, I'ma let you sit there

I'ma let you stay there, will not shed a tear

Better have no care, so I'ma charge retail

I bought some kush 'cause you say you wanna set sail

If you love sick in the room you best get well

Every dog has its day

"What the hell?' no tucked tail

Swae Lee went to magazine, XXL

Floss with your Gucci on

Blunts dipped in goo

Colors burst on the cars and the jewels

I'm a wanted man

Seats looking like they got a spray tan

When I was without not a helping hand

I got some women to throw it back and make me drop the cash (Drop the cash)

I told Ben Frank just to drop a pin

I could let my 'fit go to the highest bid

Yes, I might drop in, it all depends

Junior high, I was dreamin’ of a mach ten

I’m coming clean though

I mean not a spec

My girl be serving looks!

I could kiss the chef

Kitana popping out my walking cane

I'm overseas, my Cali bad like, “How was Spain?”

We getting to the money and you **** havin’ issues

I bought a fuckin’ piece and it came with a wetsuit

The Buddha left me without breath

I really am a mess

I’m moochin’ up my mother lovin’ self

She be hopin’ that I take a knee like Kaepernick

Yes, I be open to this SremmLife Shit

This is how we live, this is how we exist

Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits

All in the house and I’m home wreckin’

If I sleep with his wife, I’m a home wrecker

I’m in my own world

Throw the money up and make my own weather

Mommy playing with my balls like tether on my leather

Money talk, it’s a lecture

Eighty pointers dance on me, it's electric

**** gon' hate, I feel unaffected

Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected

She said pop the question

The question got deflected

Man, them ain't my boys, they my motherfuckin' brethren

Let’s cut to the chase

It’s only on the house when we in the place

My used to lover boys got it up with some flames

Stirring up the cup with my wrist soufflé

Chaka Zulu chains with my name engraved

I told you I don't swing, don't say my name in vain

We bring it to your door like, you rang

Spending all the money, then watch it boomerang

With the Fendi belt, angry face like Pootie Tang

Put some gold on my fingers, neck, and some strings

Long time no see, that’s what they say when they see me, man

I’ve been goin’ crazy just to stay sane

Hey, your girl wet, asking who's to blame

Young whipper snapper with the braids

Pause, then I went deranged?

Call that hottie on my stage

Long week, but a great day

So it's got me blowin’ tree like sage

And on me, you should get a raise

On me, yeah, you can hate