n*gga sh*t (Swoosh) lyrics

[Chorus]
Swoosh, I'm ballin'
I don't know the f*ck them n*ggas call it
But out here n*gga we call it the wave
On my n*gga sh*t you know we go retarded
So I'm like swoosh, b*tch, I'm ballin'
Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it
But baby I be gone in the mornin'
So It's champagne and models in the mornin'

[Verse 1]
First of f*ckin' all, I was tryna ball
Word to Renny Penny countin' pennies at the jar
Starter jacket raw, Gucci loafers, nah
Learn to keep a secret, don't repeat what you saw
Flames trappin' raw, goin' door to door
Hammer in my bookbag, no respect for the law
Beamer for the car, but that's a '94
And breaks didn't work, and we was still goin' hard
b*tch, I've been a star, I know I'm a star
I've been Ghetto Lenny except without the guitar
We build the repoire, silk and cigars
And money comin' in, all hail to it, lord, n*gga, much love

[Pre-Chorus]
Had her up and down, it's a mothaf*ckin' Sunday
Who, who the f*ck gotta go to work Monday?
Who, who, who gotta set their money up?
Who? I really wish you little n*ggas let go
[Chorus]
Swoosh, I'm ballin'
I don't know the f*ck them n*ggas call it
But out here n*gga we call it the wave
On my n*gga sh*t you know we go retarded
So I'm like swoosh, b*tch, I'm ballin'
Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it
But baby I be gone in the mornin'
So It's champagne and models in the mornin'

[Verse 2]
Ghetto Lenny, no guitar, ayy
You ever been to Bogotá? Ayy
I got a girl, oh, I forgot, ayy
This Diplomatico cigar
She like gold bottles, or whatever, so I buy it or whatever
So she try it or whatever, on a diet or whatever
She a model or whatever, she a model or whatever
Got me spendin' like a n*gga hit the lotto or whatever
True

[Pre-Chorus]
Had her up and down, it's a mothaf*ckin' Sunday
Who, who the f*ck gotta go to work Monday?
Who, who, who gotta set their money up?
Who? I really wish you little n*ggas let go
[Chorus]
Swoosh, I'm ballin'
I don't know the f*ck them n*ggas call it
But out here n*gga we call it the wave
On my n*gga sh*t you know we go retarded
So I'm like swoosh, b*tch, I'm ballin'
Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it
But baby I be gone in the mornin'
So It's champagne and models in the mornin'