new york Lyrics

How you get that swag, I go to New York

I got a freak lil bitch, yeah she want all of it

Bout to walk up in this store and get a brand new fit

We throwing racks, we popping tags we do all of this

I'm bout to hop up in the jag with this lil model bitch

I'm bout to party in the hills, that's what I'm on bitch

It's the middle of the summer and she cold

What the fuck she doing, she got coke in her nose

She love when I take her down stairs and choke her out

About to hop in this jeep and then I'm gone

Yeah, that's gonna turn her on

Back up in this fashion scene I'm on

Yeah I'm on

She just called my phone and told me come home

I'm with new world order

I got all this cash and yeah it's long

How you get that swag, I go to New York

I got a freak lil bitch, yeah she want all of it

Bout to walk up in this store and get a brand new fit

We throwing racks, we popping tags we do all of this

I got lil Samba with me

I got lil Samba with me

What can I say, I lock in everyday

She want paper, bitch we getting paid

I hear Cartier on her speakers all day

Bitty asked me what I got on, I said Raine

How you get that swag, I go to New York

I got a freak lil bitch, yeah she want all of it

Bout to walk up in this store and get a brand new fit

We throwing racks, we popping tags we do all of this

How you get that swag, I go to New York