Lyrics I Swear - Cap 1, Young Dolph

I Swear

Got a studio jumpin like the trap
Couple of my partners servin crack
Couple of my niggas wearin packs
Got a nigga strap
All my niggas all about the money
All my niggas all about the money
All my niggas all about the money
Pull up, you can tell me what you wanted
I sware
I sware to being a real nigga till my last breath
Nigga I sware
I sware it ain’t that many real niggas out here
Nigga I sware leave till there’s nothing left
Nigga I sware
I sware, yeah I sware
Sware to tell the whole truth, sware to god I ain’t lying
pull up
Bitch ain’t fucking, ain’t sucking, nigga I sware
Sware ain’t got no more feelings these hoes
Hit the strip club, get to throwing up the bucks
Everything I wanted, man I got it in the clutch
Nigga I sware
My partners loaded up with pistols
Got 40's with 30's, we trapping them birdies
Get it while it’s early
bout to serve me
Nigga I sware
thumbing through the check
Pull up in the hood, with the foreigns I flex
Nigga I sware
Nigga I sware
shoot a hundred at your ano fare
Front door or back door, nigga I don’t care
Boyfriend a lame, tell that nigga he a square
Step out the booth, play right there
Thumbing through a check, got a hundred K large
Realest nigga in here, man them other niggas frauds
Nigga I sware
Got a studio jumpin like the trap
Couple of my partners servin crack
Couple of my niggas wearin packs
Got a nigga strap
All my niggas all about the money
All my niggas all about the money
All my niggas all about the money
Pull up, you can tell me what you wanted
I sware
I sware to being a real nigga till my last breath
Nigga I sware
I sware it ain’t that many real niggas out here
Nigga I sware leave till there’s nothing left
Nigga I sware
I sware, yeah I sware
Nigga I sware
My trap boomin, your bitch choosen
Told her meet me at the room right quick so I can
You out here loving these bitches, I’m out here doggin these bitches
Too focused on this paper, to these bitches, two middle fingers up
Fuck all these bitches
My nigga I sware money is the only thing I think about
Too much syrup and herb, bleeding out
Told my plug I need it now
It’s time to feed the town
You know it’s good weed in the air
Lotta money in the building when we around
Nigga I sware
I sware hell
All of my niggas keep something for sale
Tryna stack a mill and stay out of jail
Money is the ruler
trappin in hell
Spending money everywhere that I go
I can’t stop leaving paper trails
It’s Dolph
Got a studio jumpin like the trap
Couple of my partners servin crack
Couple of my niggas wearin packs
Got a nigga strap
All my niggas all about the money
All my niggas all about the money
All my niggas all about the money
Pull up, you can tell me what you wanted
I sware
I sware to being a real nigga till my last breath
Nigga I sware
I sware it ain’t that many real niggas out here
Nigga I sware leave till there’s nothing left
Nigga I sware
I sware, yeah I sware