Songtexte Oh Yeah - Swendal

Fuck all these niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me, oh yeah
With me, oh yeah
Borrowed a lot of money and that's what it's gonna be, oh yeah
It's gonna be, oh yeah

Only way you got me, you don't care whether we got sick
Hey, we got the sick
I was down on my luck and nobody ever looked my way
I'ma pull up in that bump
Skip out sea, didn't pop bottles, he booked my bump
You can't be serious, my shoes got red, I'ma rock in Sardinia

Pass me that Red or that Blue
A matrix, I decide my future, I take it
Got the VVs, got the diamonds on me
Got the shippers and they twerkin' on me

Smokin' on kerosene, don't get gassed
Beware that heresy, I'm on that ass
Chasin' the money, I'm givin' it fast
Comin' in first and I'm not comin' last

I'm on my own heart, that's where I meditate
Right in the living room, I'll leave you dead today
I am a heavyweight, other than seven weight
That's the reason why I think you should give me space

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Fuck all these niggas who ain't fuckin' with me
Oh yeah, fuck me, oh yeah
Borrowed a lot of money and that's what it's gon' be

Oh yeah, it's gon' be, oh yeah
On the phone, love me, I don't care
What that baby got to say, baby got to say
I was down on my luck and nobody ever looked my way

I'ma put love in that boy's mouth
He don't pop bobbles, he boy pop
You can't be serious, my shoes got red
Like I'm writin' some lyrics

There's no way this nigga into the mania
All heads, nigga, thick in the crania
Let it unleash, it'll fill up a stadium
Pandemonia in the Palladium
Radio, all we do talk about ratios
Get to the Chalupa, then make some mo'
Take a Lyft to the Uber and merry-go
There we go, swindle low with the scary flow

Not a pallbearer, but I bury foes
Have them breathin' through a straw through they nose
My straw broke the camel back, threw her camels up
She was havin' it, oh yeah, oh yeah

Fuck all these things, ain't fuckin' with me
Oh yeah, fuck me, oh yeah
Borrowed a lot of money and that's what it's gon' be
Oh yeah, it's gon' be, oh yeah

I'm just wanna love me, I don't care what the haters gotta say
Haters gotta say
I was down on my luck and nobody ever looked my way

I'ma put love in that 4-in-1
He don't pop bobbles, he boy pop
You can't be serious, my shoes got red
Like I'm writin' some lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Around, around my city, all this money on me, oh yeah
These niggas trippin' by the gram, I got a hunnid on me, oh yeah
I been deckin' shorty plenty, but your hunnid on me, oh yeah
Oh yeah, ayy, ayy