Saint Jhn - Na Sht Swoosh Lyrics

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Swoosh, Im ballin
I dont 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 Im like swoosh, bitch, Im ballin
Like I dont know what none of yall call it
But baby I be gone in the mornin
So Its 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, dont 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 thats a 94
And breaks didnt work, and we was still goin hard
Bitch, Ive been a star, I know Im a star
Ive 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, its 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

Ghetto Lenny, no guitar, ayy
You ever been to Bogot? 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, say she model or whatever
Got me spendin like a nigga hit the lotto or whatever
True

Had her up and down, its a mothafuckin Sunday
Who, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?
Who, who, who gotta set their money up nigga?
Who? I really wish you little niggas let go