N***a Sh*t (Swoosh)

Swoosh, I'm ballin' I don't know the fuck them niggas call it But out here nigga we call it the wave On my nigga shit you know we go retarded So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin' Like I don't know what none of ya'll 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 repoire, silk and cigars And money comin' in, all hail to it, lord, nigga, 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 niggas let go Swoosh, I'm ballin' I don't know the fuck them niggas call it But out here nigga we call it the wave On my nigga shit you know we go retarded So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin' Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it But baby I be gone in the mornin' So It's champagne and models in the mornin' Ghetto Lenny, no guitar, ayy You ever been to Bogotá? Ayy I got a girl, oh, I forgot, ayy 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, so she model or whatever Got me spendin' like a nigga 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 niggas let go Swoosh, I'm ballin' I don't know the fuck them niggas call it But out here nigga we call it the wave On my nigga shit you know we go retarded So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin' Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it But baby I be gone in the mornin' So It's champagne and models in the mornin'