Lyrics Switched Up - Shalco

"Sina?"
"Oh shit ayy what's up?"
"Oh my god you look so different what the fuck"
"Uh, thank you I guess"
"How've you been?"
"Oh you know just-"
"Yo let's fucking go I'm hungry bitch"
"Oh fuck okay we're going to my place to get some food wanna reach?"

Listen
It's been a minute since I've seen the old me
It's been a minute since they ran up on me
Yeah I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
Yeah I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
I don't wanna hear your problems you don't know me
If it ain't bout money why the fuck you call me
Bitch I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
There's a reason why I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)

I been painting they faces with amazement
I been moving that paper I been chasing
I been leaving my friends and fucking strangers
I ain't talking no clout bitch this is status
Fuck being famous, I'm after yacht money
Walk in that room and make everybody anxious
Type of money that be packing it's own fragrance
Type of money that made Halle Berry ageless
Type of money that made Charlie Sheen AIDS-less
Sittin' courtside lakers with the A-list
Type of money you couldn't spend up at Vegas
The type of money that's off shore and it's faceless (Back in Sweden)
Fuck a mansion I'm tryna buy my own acres
Build a house up on that shit and make it spacious (Make it spacious)
Can't eat, your bodyguard gotta taste it
Gotta smoke it before you incase they laced it

It's been a minute since I've seen the old me
It's been a minute since they ran up on me
Yeah I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
Yeah I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
I don't wanna hear your problems you don't know me
If it ain't bout money why the fuck you call me
Bitch I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
There's a reason why I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)

Hey panini (Huh)
Yeah that bread coming on both sides
I would never need a label just to co-sign
She loves me to death, yeah I guess it's ghost time
Cold hearted I swear I think I done froze time
It gon' be icy when I pull up at the Four Seasons
Winter time playing double time for no reason
Gotta watch my back, I'm soil for money trees
For every king there's a hundred just waiting for the treason
I want less watching Ross's child and more Rothschild
Royal shit, fuck a Gucci or Lacoste aisle
Yeah that royal money that's the shit that got style
Wherever the food is stinky and the cost wild
Kind of money where you gotta try and not smile
Kind of dollars that make your family hostile
Kind of money that made O.J. right
Or the money that made M.J white

It's been a minute since I've seen the old me
It's been a minute since they ran up on me
Yeah I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
Yeah I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
I don't wanna hear your problems you don't know me
If it ain't bout money why the fuck you call me
Bitch I switched up on 'em (Woo, woo)
There's a reason why I switched up on 'em (woo, woo)