Swoosh ft. CL4YMORE Lyrics

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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