Jewelry

作曲：Hamza Smith

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at my house, look at my spouse

Look at my **, look at my whip

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

Lil Xanny in this **, yeah ay

Throwing bands up in this **, yeah

I got money, I just don't fuckin' floss

I like pears too, call me Rick Ross

I'm a skinny dude with a big **

I'm a skinny dude with a big **

Goofy boy, you just a dog

Your new nickname is Buttercup

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at my house, look at my spouse

Look at my **, look at my whip

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

I got the bands, I got them stacks

I got them racks (Run it up)

She feeling mad

She had my swag, she looking sad

She had my bag

She had my sack, she had my back

Now you look mad, now you look sad

Why you look sad?

I rap me some bands

I rap me some bands, I rap me some bands

Look, I'm the boss

I pay what the cost, I bought me a vault

I'm sipping it off

My hustle LeBron, I really took off

I leave with her bounce

I leave with her bounce then smoke me a ounce

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at my house, look at my spouse

Look at my **, look at my whip

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

I'm weird, flexing with a clear necklace

Ice in my ear, all I hear is wetness

Bird Box brain so I steer reckless

Like H Town made, I'm pure Texas

She already know what she ** with

She suck on my face with her ** lips

Push your whip better than Iz, and she super thick

All of that ** and don't know what to do with it

Ay, ** boy try again

Keeping new dudes, and I doubt she invite 'em in

She gon' pull strings, no violin

Since she got the budget movin' violent

Ironic but Xan brought the molly

Stadium set, it's a party

We drippin' in jewelry so alright I drown in

And we rob the plug like it's fuckin' karate

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at my house, look at my spouse

Look at my **, look at my whip

Look at my swag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag

Look at that bag, look at that bag

Ain't that jewelry? Ain't that jewelry?

Ain't that jewelry? Ain't that jewelry?