emoney one|11 - swervin lyrics
[intro]
sample: (hey chris, f-ck you!)
money one eleven man
im with flippa man im havin it skrt skrt lets get it
(okay!, flippa! whoa)
hey havin the gang man
you hear me
havin!
[chorus v1]
aye, aye, understand me
take care of gang cuz that my family
only good drank
might do champagne, no brandy, whoa
i want a grammy, tote a chopa and a semi
i like to stunt a lot, had to get the benz that’s fancy
pull up, stirring the pan, i never did me a chevy
cocaine white bentley
came a long way from trappin in chevys
im swervin, and my back it been hurtn’
why i can’t really have it
im swervin, swervin down the court
you would think i was kyrie irving
[verse 1 emoney one|11]
aye im havin, im with the flippa
balmain my riches, 1k for my zipper
hands to the sky like a stick up
guns they draw just like you drop like a n-gga
im busy, i catch up my calendar
expensive dinner no caviar
big mansion, one room, lavandar
wanna book me, hit my manager
[verse 2 skippa da flippa]
havin bricks like o’neal
walkn’ like whats the deal
ten rooms, paint one teal
can you really keep it playa
can you really keep it real
box chevy for the summer
new bent for my mother
good gas, low number
i shoot like the old school thunder
water on my like a plumber
flippa!
[verse 3 emoney one|11]
just want to love the qc
i know that you want to be me
you played it real but you squealed
if you got status they call you og
no dinner table but shorty she rolln’
on bs, i blast, dont gatta sneeze
bullet proof vest for the haters
i got the best stuff for the fiends
[verse 4 skippa da flippa]
i got the best stuff for the fiends
i used to track up ireen
tropico codine me lean
camera don flash
i am the one that
you seen, magazines (flash)
fresh to def when i step
get off a 30 by myself
uppercut with the left
ak choppa come with fs
what you gon do with the wealth
[verse 5 emoney one|11]
plug life, thug life
two b-tches they ride on me like a bike
cute b-tches drunk on my past and i face it
tell me they love me thats more then i like
n-ggas they fake, i check em like nikes
i been trapin trapin out my whole life
dont know whats a 9-5
skippa, pourn’ up that dirty sprite
[verse 6 skippa da flippa]
dirty sprite, drity sprite, drity sprite
give her a percy, she ride it like motor bike
roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice
ice on me look like the poltergeist
jeans on me cost a rack
tat my name on her back
its always better from the back
quater sacks, run em like running backs
i been there sippin, what n-gga remember that
[bridge]
understand me
take care of gang cuz thats my family
only good duce, or rose
we can’t do no brandy, what else
i want a grammy, tote a chopa and a semi
i make the birds sing high
you would think they send me
[chorus v2]
pull up, stirring the pan, i never did me a chevy
pull up in a bentley
i came a long way from trappin in chevys
im swervin, and my back it been hurtn’
why i can’t really have it
im swervin, swervin down the court
you would think i was kyrie irving
flippa!
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