Swing Ya Pole lyrics

[Intro]
(One and Only)
Free Doody
Get richer every year (Venexxi)
Bird business, BB (Yeah, yeah)
GG (Paulo), yeah
Hahaha, ha, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Swing your f*ckin' pole, n*gga, act like you wanna do somethin'
She ride on the di*k like a pole, n*gga, eat on that b*tch like a cuc*mber
These hoes ain't gettin' my new number (Uh-uh)
In the fast GLE-ski, pushin' it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred ball, I want a new hundred ball
I want a big double R, no, I don't pop handlebars
No, I don't recycle bars, I got a lot in my catalog
I'm tryna put a new car, ha, in my motherf*ckin' garagе

[Verse]
Yeah, shoutout lil' Sosa, b*tch, that be my twin (Yeah, yеah, my twin)
Call up lil' Jay to come smoosh his ass, if he don't hit him, then he spinnin' again
Oh, I did it again, b*tch, all for the win (Fah-fah, uh-huh)
Yeah, we committin' sins, double CC the lens (We committin' sins, CC the lens)
Diamonds, you see through the tint, even at five percent
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm going in, can't let up on these n*ggas ever again (Yeah)
No, huh, never again, my n*gga, don't call me your twin (Again, twin)
Just 'cause we f*cked the same b*tch, our money not the same length (Uh-huh, oh)
They tryna knock me off, at least that's what I heard (Heard)
Don't get your face took off, lil' pus*y, you know I fly with the birds
Tell me how much for the syrup? Tell me how much for the— (Brrt, brrt)
Getting high 'til I leave Earth, put that big body on the f*ckin' curb, n*gga (Yeah, phew)
Tell me what's the f*ckin' word, n*gga
Yeah, huh? Tell me what's the f*ckin' word, pus*y
Tell me what's the f*ckin' word, b*tch, you heard? Huh?
Tell me what's the f*ckin' word, n*gga, haha
Heard that boy got sh*t bagged, boom, pow, ha
They hit him all up in his stomach (Ah)
When I wake up in the mornin', think about the money (Money)
Yeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds
[Chorus]
Swing your f*ckin' pole, n*gga, act like you wanna do somethin'
She ride on the di*k like a pole, n*gga, eat on that b*tch like a cuc*mber
These hoes ain't gettin' my new number (Uh-uh)
In the fast GLE-ski, pushin' it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred ball, I want a new hundred ball
I want a big double R, no, I don't pop handlebars (Big double R)
No, I don't recycle bars, I got a lot in my catalog (Recycle bars)
I'm tryna put a new car, ha, in my motherf*ckin' garage