Fluent - Swaghollywood

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gotta get it now

Yeah

Remember back, me and my niggas, we was down

Now we up, we ain’t never going down

I get gas, I smoke by the pound

We get guap, uh, we counting up now

Big racks, big rubber bands

I’d kill for my day-ones, my brothers, man

I don’t know, you’re getting taxed like you’re Uncle Sam

No, you can’t get a free verse, better hit up Trell, man

Boy, you must be smoking dope, that molly santan

Huh, I feel like I’m Future with all these free bands

Married to the money, I swear I love her, man

Twenty bands, I’m doing the running man

He run off with the sack, I bet we catch his ass

They talk 'bout what they want but they don’t understand

Had to kick her out, she popped too many Xans

I can make it rain, can tell you I ain’t no other man

Told her I wanna stop,

and I could get away

We got brand-new drums, we got AKs

We gon' beat the block like an 808

Yeah, let’s get into it

These niggas they really ain’t got no bag, these niggas they doolie

We getting money, hundred, thirty, ran through it

Freak bitch, she gon' eat, she gon' chew it

I got cash and I ain’t gon' talk no more, oh

Get a bag, spend a bag, oh wow

We went from rags to riches, nigga, woah, woah

We went from rags to riches, nigga, woah, woah