Swift lyrics

[Intro]
You disrespect us in these streets, then we gon' sling (Woo)
(Lala on the beat)

[Chorus]
Big money, I'm an earner
Slap a b*tch n*gga with a burner
All my young n*ggas, they be purgin'
All my b*tches rich and got Birkin's
In November, giving out turkeys
All my hand straps hold thirty
Got a dime with me, she thirty
Go against me, I do a n*gga dirty (Dirty)
Livin' like me, you gotta have a check
I be lowkey, I'm hidin' my address
Going to the top, I'm walkin' up the steps
Wake up in Japan, eating on crêpes, yeah
Hundreds comin' in swift, yeah
Bought a b*tch a breast lift, yeah
Customizing my whips
I went thirty rounds in my clip

[Verse]
I told bae to comе and give me lip
Sprint to the racks, thеy fresh and on my hip
Havin' the income for my jit
n*gga might cross a plug like Chris
Blood money, you see red on it
Made a fortune, I bled for it
n*gga try me, he dead for it
f*ck a b*tch and break her head for it
Takin' 12 on car chases
We ain't tryna catch fed cases
Give her back shots, I'm a backbreaker
I'm the alpha, n*gga, not the omega
Can't go out bad, I'm too player
On the shroom, it got a n*gga heart racin'
Scam funds, got Zelle payments
Plug money, got big places
Fake license, fake name, fake socials, but got real chains
White rose look cocaine
Presidential and it's Plain Jane
Look inside my eyes and you'll see real pain
Run up on my car, I swear to God, we gon' bang, bang, yeah
Try and keep it too real and they gon' hate you for it
Find your talent, make a name and they gon' pay you for it
Get disrespectful in these streets and we gon' slay you for it (We gon' slay you for it)
Different climates, different regions, you know I'm steady boardin'
Ali got me with these A1 stones, these b*tches don't need no flash
I ain't worried 'bout no rainy days, I got two million in my stash
Be smart inside these streets, set some goals and don't you crash
Where I'm from, the weak perish and only the strong n*ggas last (Last)
[Chorus]
Big money, I'm an earner
Slap a b*tch n*gga with a burner
All my young n*ggas, they be purgin'
All my b*tches rich and got Birkin's
In November, giving out turkeys
All my hand straps hold thirty
Got a dime with me, she thirty
Go against me, I do a n*gga dirty (Dirty)
Livin' like me, you gotta have a check
I be lowkey, I'm hidin' my address
Going to the top, I'm walkin' up the steps
Wake up in Japan, eating on crêpes, yeah
Hundreds comin' in swift, yeah
Bought a b*tch a breast lift, yeah
Customizing my whips
I went thirty rounds in my clip