Lyrics Swagga Like Koopa - Chamillionaire

Swagga Like Koopa

Mixtape Messiah 5
That’s right
Somebody need to give me a solid definition of what swag is
Is that when your bank account get built up so high that everybody come out
trying to sue you so they can get their piece of the pie
Is that swag huh?
Or maybe it’s when the major label call you and ask you when your next mixtape
dropping because they know you gonna have the streets on smash
Is that swag?
Or maybe it’s just a whole bunch of punch lines bragging how you ball with no
purpose at all
You already know I can do that… I can do that
CHAMILLII!
Uh uh uh
Let me start like this try to put on skinny jeans and couldn’t zip my zip
Nah let me be blunt real quick I don’t wear skinny jeans cause my dick don’t fit
Always keep a maggy close to me like lisa you know they keep a lot of cheese on
me like pizza
I came y’all back was like mika y’all better keep ya eyes on me like features
Never be mislead, I don’t care what any side-switching fickle fan said
Yea still street like greg hit you with a speaker they gonna call you bass head
Bought a motorcycle cause I’m normally one deep crocodile on the seats you can
call it Dundee
Kickers in the trunk tryna do the chung lee yup yup try to bit the wallet do
the gumbee
Stretching my cream stretching stretching my cream cash rules everything I’m
the meth of my scene
Come to Texas we can bet that I’m king I’m the best in real life and nothing
less in my dreams
Cars got the screens that they have at homes cribs got the same size pillars
that they had in Rome
Traveled way to Rome just to grab a phone I ain’t even turn it on… ha
Paris Hilton got a man named benji and she love him I’m in Paris with the
benjis maannn and we hustlinn
Meanwhile I’m in customs chains so big we lookin like we munchkins
Ask yo bank teller
Bet she know a player
Money ova here
You way over there
You got swag?
Tell me why I’m supposed to care M.O.E.
is me you more like money
over whereee?
She said she independent like she signed a cotch I told her time is money so
she grab my watch
Got stocks, got rocks, got Glocks remy isn’t dusty cause I still ain’t take it
out the box
I keep a big whip like Indiana Jones and big size rims without my have it on
I be terrorizing every jamming song, ya’ll on T-Pain dick leave that man alone
Act like you don’t know me, I mean the new me, forget the old me
I dip a bullet in syrup and you can O D on chopped and screwed bullets
competition die slowly
I’m like the man named Pac, on a whole other level plus I’m eating that’s fact
Matter fact you can take swag back, that’s the word rapper’s saying when they
know they can’t rap
But your confidence higher than the stewardess, just wanna laugh when I ask you
who ya jeweler is
H — A — M — M — O so humorous bank getting paid don’t believe me you can Google
this
Got a major deal when the Boston green diamonds why you waste yo skrill
I buy green diamond it’s a baseball field nothing little league about me I got
major bills
Money like mutumbo, tall like this, money got a mumble and it talk like this
If money talks baby pardon my lips, Ben Franklin always with me like he part of
my click
And I don’t be in the strip club every night, but I tell her keep the tax like
you Wesley Snipes
Even the white girls tryin to get the pipe all the bullets last like a nestle
bite
The industry ain’t something that I feel is fair, don’t care you well-rounded
you just filled with squares
So I don’t care unless there’s bout a million shares standing on the million
lookin up like it’s a billion where?
And I am so sincere, I’m the baddest rapper here let’s just get this clear
And I wish I made you would kick me out my dear cause I been the richest
independent you should fear
No one on the corner moves mixtapes like me but I won’t tell you how many
incriminate thee
M — I — X — T — A — P — E street money make me sound like Lil' Boosie
Can’t get no money because he don’t move no birds, can’t get no money because
he don’t usually curse
Mixtape Messiah 5 baby you deserve some alphabet soup so you can eat your words