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Swag On

Jim Jones, Fabolous, Maino, Jadakiss, Jeezy & Lil Wayne

14,466Rap2011

Song Details

Swag On was released on April 12, 2011 by Swagg Nation Records LLC as a part of the album Swag Nation 3.0

AlbumSwag Nation 3.0

April 12, 2011

LabelSwagg Nation Records LLC

LanguageEnglish

BPM75

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

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Lyrics

I woke up turned up, base from the champagne

I said a prayer, thanked God for waking up

Yeah, we getting money, oh

SOP, where you at?

I hopped in my Ferrari

Have a touch, I hit the club and threw something, turn it up

Turn it up, yeah, we getting money, oh

I'm thirsty, I'm hungry

I need a big, big plate of that money

Jumping, party, Ferraris

Drop the top and we laugh hardy-hardy

I'm a dreamer, should have seen us

Flooded the watch so much, I need FEMA

It goes, Jim Jones tell 'em

Go, go, that's my DJ

Stepped up in this spot, self-headed rocking, oh for sheezy

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

What's up, baby?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

What's up? What's up, man? What's up?

Oh, this is how you start a verse

You shout out them cowards first

**** start their day off hating, damn, take a shower first

Tell them lames lose my number until they find some money

Being broke is a joke, so that's why I find them funny

They say life's a bitch, bet you couldn't take her from me

And why don't you quit making blogs, try and make some money

Make some money, yeah

We getting money, yeah

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who has the meanest swagger of them all?

He sending me a cost like I need his confirmation

I know I'm the shit, tell them hoes don't forget

This is Loso, focus on your cerebellum

If you ain't know so, they better Soulja Boy tell 'em

Soulja Boy tell 'em, yeah

We getting money, yeah

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

What's up? What's up, yeah? What's up?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

Yo, I get bulletproof love

All of the thugs love me

Hands down, I'm the realest **** in the country

Your arms too short, you lames could never touch me

You really think I'm pussy? Oh yeah? Then come and fuck with me

I'm rolling, this is my life, it's not a song

I really pack guns as long as my right arm

I'm a problem, can't solve them, got to add them

Can't subtract them, man, I'm wilding

Feds in a smoke from the fifth

The shells in the grass and they can only see

My eyes from the masking all the way to Cali

What's popping my G? I really run Brooklyn, nothing popping but me

Got weed on Gates, got killers in Fort Greene

Platinum vision and Lamborghini dreams

Hustle hard, baby, we move like the Panthers

Black bandanas, you see us, we throw them flags up

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

What's up? What's up?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

Yo, D-Block is D-Block, no, it ain't a rock band

They had to kill two baby Gators just to make my watch band

How come the handgun? Yeah, then the shotties come

Devils meet up four times, then the bodies come

Big bank, little bank, yeah, I'm gonna take it all

I can get the block aired out if I make a call

So go ahead with your bad self

Kids keep your swag on, you ain't got to ask me, ask self

Yeah, hop out the bed, say, "What's up?"

Yeah, we getting money, oh

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

Yeah, we getting money, oh

They say the hood looking for you, turn the bounce back

Got to feed the streets, youngins in your contract

White gear, page one, background three

Do what the fuck you got to do, ****, just feed the streets

Remember one drive, I paid 28 bands

Had the nerve to be sold 28 grams

Don't need to check it before somebody stole one

Say what the fuck you want to say, somebody owe one

Good dick, tattoos, bitches like that

Talk to them any kind of way, the bitches like that

They say it's all about the fit, I say the right hat

They say it's all about the kicks, I say the right sack

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

What's up? Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

Oh, swagger on a zillion

I'm Louis V down like a Louis V chameleon

House so big like I live in a building

No chandeliers, I got guns hanging from the ceiling

Brand-new car, ride past the top, you see

Homie, you a square, I'm a Porsche box

Long hair, don't care, holler back, -

I'm in the bathroom taking me a rich - shit

Yeah, that's just the details, swagger on official

I'm the shit, and you, you just a maggot on a tissue

Better tell them I'm hotter than the average on a missile

White Benz, chrome wheels like a napkin on a nickel

Young Mula, baby, Weezy baby

Don't forget the Weezy baby, black card, boy

Make you do whatever, Weezy baby

You ain't on the planet I'm on

And I never leave my swagger at home, swag, swag

Hop out the bed, turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror, say, "What's up?"

What's up? Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

Written by: Dwayne Carter Jr., Jason Phillips, John David Jackson

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