N***a Sh*t (Swoosh)

Swoosh, I'm ballin'

I don't know the fuck them **** call it

But out here, ****, we call it the wave

On my **** shit, you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of y'all call it

But baby, I be gone in the mornin'

So it's champagne and models in the mornin'

First of fuckin' 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

Bitch, I've been a star, I know I'm a star

I've been Ghetto Lenny except without the guitar

We build the rapport, silk and cigars

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

Had her up and down, it's a mothafuckin' Sunday

Who, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?

Who, who, who gotta set their money up?

****, who? I really wish you little **** let go

Swoosh, I'm ballin'

I don't know the fuck them **** call it

But out here, ****, we call it the wave

On my **** shit, you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of y'all call it

But baby, I be gone in the mornin'

So it's champagne and models in the mornin'

Ghetto Lenny, no guitar, aye

You ever been to Bogotá? Aye

I got a girl, oh, I forgot, aye

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, say she model or whatever

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

Had her up and down, it's a mothafuckin' Sunday

Who, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?

Who, who, who gotta set their money up?

****, who? I really wish you little **** let go

Swoosh, I'm ballin'

I don't know the fuck them **** call it

But out here, ****, we call it the wave

On my **** shit, you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of y'all call it

But baby, I be gone in the mornin'

So it's champagne and models in the mornin'