Soulja Boy — Da Swag

[Chorus] [x2] Fell in love with the swag [x4] The Prada, the Loui, the Fendi Got this nigga is offended Fell in love getting cash All the money go get it Fell in love with the swag [x3] She fell in love with the swag The money [x3] Diamonds cooler than a cooler Fell in so many chains Bitches think I’m the jeweller Whip it whip it on my wrist Unable to transcribe, line not clear I just made a nigga sick Pull up with his fucking bitch Unable to transcribe, line not clear I got red bottom on my kicks Swags on, ain’t know me She fell in love with my rich Diamonds dripping on my bitch I just find me a brick I just cop me a whip I just got me some clips Me and Calico Jones Pull up we on Your bitch in love with my swag Blowing up my phone [Verse 1:] Pull up in a Rari Unable to transcribe, line not clear All my brand new versace Started in the kitchen Whipping , flipping shits I’m working like Twister Herbashine Got a quarter million dollar worth of watches So much swag got the whole hood watching She bad and her friend in silence I beat the pussy up like Boston Rolie on my wrist that’s a pandemery Michael Jackson on these hoes in the mirror All the beats in my chunk call it godzilla Me and Soulja bought twenty pairs of moschella Louis Vuitton got them tripping Two thousand for shoes And my bottles keep dripping And I’m fly on the plane Hot in red bottoms next on the plane [Chorus] [x2]