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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tavares Montez Foster
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea yea
You see me riding through
I ain't got time for you
Real shit homie real shit
Yea
Before I cross the street
I'm always looking both ways
Getting to the money
Everyday in each and every way
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging through the lane
Trynna make a couple plays
If you ain't on the same
You better get up out my way
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Pedal to the metal
Gotta get my shit together
Bend the corner with the pressure
Got me racing against the devil
Watch me float just like a feather
Across the intersection
Don't have time to settle
So it's either now or never
When I let the bass treble
Whipping up something special
With the mind sitting heavy
On the way to get some chickens
Seconds turn to minutes
As I make my cash quicker
Ain't no love for a nigga
Black heart cold windows tinted
Getting money is the mission
I put on for my city
Ain't nobody fucking with me
SS in my tunnel vision
From the start to the finish
Pockets fully loaded like a
U.S Army soldier nigga
I can't wife no gold digger
Shifting on you lame bitches
Before I cross the street
I'm always looking both ways
Getting to the money
Everyday in each and every way
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging through the lane
Trynna make a couple plays
If you ain't on the same
You better get up out my way
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Hustling like I'm money mitching
Paid in full on one condition
This here ain't no exhibition
So I gotta come with it
Block is hot like in the system
Gotta keep my air condition
Swanging in and out the city
Working hard to get a pension
Don't have time for intervention
Unless we talking big business
Moving through the deposition
Linking up with my committee
Mapping out my intuition
Calling shots without permission
Run it up just like I'm Emmitt
I don't know the speed limit
I just know my tank ain't empty
Life has ups and downs suspension
All I know is I gotta get it
They can't tell me nothing different
Bagging luggage why they tripping
Counting up on plenty digits
Don't hit me for meal tickets
Better get your own dinner
Before I cross the street
I'm always looking both ways
Getting to the money
Everyday in each and every way
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging through the lane
Trynna make a couple plays
If you ain't on the same
You better get up out my way
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Swanging
Swanging
Swanging
Sideways
Writer(s): Tavares Foster
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