Lyrics My Swag (feat. Jim Jones) - Big Chief, Jim Jones

My Swag (feat. Jim Jones)

Aye, Don Chief baby, Eat Greedy Boyz man
We wanna juss let deez boyz know, you know
I think dey like our swag man, you said
I dew it fa da hood, I dew it fa da streets
Dem Get Money Boyz, 7 dayz of da week
She lookin at my chains, she know dat I’m a balla
If I hit her 1 time, I might not call her
Wrist game thoed, neck game nice
Gold grill shinin, imagine da price
Feet game raw, straight from tha swamps
Cool if Versace wit it, pocket got da mumps
Don Chief baby, no one flya
26 baby and I’m bout ta retire
Grounds round my neck, symbolize money
Ridin threw da city like everythang funny
Chewin on my stick, people ask why
Tailor made lynon got me lookin real fly
Talk real slick, summin like a pimp
Da world mind baby, put my name on a blimp
I set up in tha club, ride on 24's
Hoes look and stare at tha automatic doors
I thank she like my swag, I thank she like my swag
I thank she like my swag dawg, I thank she like my swag
I pull up in da club, boyz show me love
Tha gangstaz, tha thugs, tha crips and da bloods
I thank dey like my swag, I thank dey like my swag
I thank dey like my swag dawg, I thank dey like my swag
If she like my swag, she thinks I like ta brag
I think she like my pinky ice and all a nigga’s splash
Play my game flat, put her on smash
Poured her champagne, told em put it on my tab
Itz all about da cash, splash, his Benz we be drivin
Wit 200 on tha dash, man I meant we be flyin
Stable 4 engine, but it soundin like I’m lyin
If I say da way I’m livin might be soundin like I’m lyin
Like summer time, I ain’t know cars came wit roofs
All da time they have me thinkin dat Mars was my roof
I’m juss kiddin but this shit is juss ridiculous
Da horses on da whip, dat mean da shit gon' gitty up (rollin da horse)
Cuz he, know dem Greedy Boyz droppin cash at tha dealer
Pill off tha speedy tours, pill off tha ceilin boy
Let tha breeze come threw and make ya jeans come 2
I set up in tha club, ride on 24's
Hoes look and stare at tha automatic doors
I thank she like my swag, I thank she like my swag
I thank she like my swag dawg, I thank she like my swag
I pull up in da club, boyz show me love
Tha gangstaz, tha thugs, tha crips and da bloods
I thank dey like my swag, I thank dey like my swag
I thank dey like my swag dawg, I thank dey like my swag
Louie V baby, all on my feet
$ 700 shades you should get like me
Get like me, datz gon' run you sum thousands
Black Mazarati in da hood man I’m wildin
Keep me a winner, I’m in tinted all time
I ain’t worryin bout yourz, don’t you worry bout mine
I push hot wheels, drive real fast
Shop everyday so I blow alotta cash
Don’t get it twisted doe, I keep dat heat
I’m a real cool dude, real killaz don’t speak
You a lame homie, check out tha chains on me
Like dat boy Tuck said baby, «Not A Stain On Me»
I kick it with tha real, I’m as live as dey come
When I roll threw ya city you gon' ask where I’m from
And guess what I say, I’m D-Town's best
I ride threw da hood like a $ on my chest
I set up in tha club, ride on 24's
Hoes look and stare at tha automatic doors
I thank she like my swag, I thank she like my swag
I thank she like my swag dawg, I thank she like my swag
I pull up in da club, boyz show me love
Tha gangstaz, tha thugs, tha crips and da bloods
I thank dey like my swag, I thank dey like my swag
I thank dey like my swag dawg, I thank dey like my swag