Текст песни Swipe Down - Jay Vision

I could make another hitter
Bad bitch
Wouldn't know I'm w/ her
Make the money Split it in the middle
All my niggas making dinner
Wrist cold Thought that it was winter Ay
Played the corner never been a winner
Wasn't tryna be a sinner Ay
Fuck chilling went to go & get it
Hit the streets told my brother wait a minute
Cause you know we on the road
Got some money pulling up fasho
You know that it's money over hoes
So the money never goes
But I can't put money over goals
Value everything that I did on my own so the value always grow
Stay away if niggas ever told
Never know
It could be ya bro
Don't wanna take my chances
But it's cause you would never know
Bitches love me cause I keep a pole & I ain't romantic
Fuck em then I tell em gotta go
Got em lined up like dominos
They be like you so fancy
You handsome
You stacking
You dancing
You rapping
You could do it all
But if you got no passion
Ya ass in the grass w/ the rest of the rappers, trappers
Shii & prolly anybody after
The captain be Capping
No capping
I'm smashing this shit
Nigga pass me a spliff
Toe tagging the beat Coming up
But ya niggas still wack under me Run it up
I got little niggas packing the heat
Coming clutch
Niggas running like a athlelete
They be after the cheese I be after the check (Mic check)
Only one step closer to ya death (That's cold)
I'm outside w/ my pole & my paguet (That's cold)
Swipe down so you know where I'm at
(Let's go)
Trap hard making money in minutes
Then invest in more money in minutes
HFX really bumping it's litty
Fuck around & go make me a milly yeah
Bring the market up
Stack up the breesh
Clear the room then we out to the beach
Get in tune cause we blacked on the beat
Chasing the bag now the bag chasing me
(Yeah)
Don't gotta 9-5 but from 9-5
I'm outside w/ it making residuals
Paint a picture of me as a criminal
Streets was dry so made it a swimming pool
So much groupies want this individual
Every hit that I make is so critical
Think I'm hot bitch I ain't reach my pinnacle
Took a victory now finna finish you (Waaaa)
Ninja gun I got me a karate chop
Hoes be showing they titties like marti gra
Think she loyal I'm thinking she prolly not
Think she loyal I'm thinking she prolly not

I could make another hitter
Bad bitch
Wouldn't know I'm w/ her
Make the money Split it in the middle
All my niggas making dinner
Wrist cold Thought that it was winter Ay
Played the corner never been a winner
Wasn't tryna be a sinner Ay
Fuck chilling went to go & get it
Hit the streets told my brother wait a minute
Cause you know we on the road