Yo, Swell
Swell, what's happenin'
How I get from here to where I'm goin'
Why she always want some Saint Laurent
If I turn her down, don't buy her what she want
She throw a fit like a child and I get it with my funds
Why these niggas cappin' on my name
They so lame, that's a shame
Gettin' to that bag anyway
Cut her shorty yesterday, her name is Leisha
She too spoiled, you can't meet her
Found out that she just want the Visa
I get tired of that shit, ain't gotta check Christina
She so foreign, she so cocky that my Mamacita
Do the dash on them Skuds like I'm Bo, nigga
She want me or she want you, let's take a vote, nigga
I don't get no service, location remote, nigga
Don't do gold diggers, I can't f*ck with Moors either
I got drape, I be drippin' across the states
M.I.A. to L.A. the next day
I'ma take her on a date, shrimp and steak, nigga
You a hate, nigga, can't even relate with you
Wake up every day, damn, I'm feelin' great
I switch the flow and turn the page
I gave her cash so she could get it late
We pull up to Chick-fil-A, she want a lemonade
My lemon squeeze, it's my time like I'm Flavor Flav
F*ck it, might just be her birthday, how she throwin' cake
Fact of the day, this a throwaway
I feel like LeBron when he comin' through the lane
Ex girl said she love me, some things never change
Someone get this boy, he talkin' any kind of way
I'm Rich Homie, got them feeling some type of way
No DJ clue, but I'm droppin' bombs
Money do not grow on trees, but it come from these palms
She see how I'm livin', so she ask me what I'm on, ay
Georgia State, graduated from a key train
Told that girl it's nice to meet you, put my number in your phone
She say I don't follow back, I told her that's my fault
I be drippin' harder, so I'm hydratin' with Vals
It feel like ten minutes, but it been like one
Feet burnin', flow hot like the, yeah
Got a mission, call me and I get it done
I'm not James Bond
I'm the biggest fish inside the motherf*ckin' pond
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, I'm talkin' Saint Laurent
Saint Laurent
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, I'm talkin' Saint Laurent
SEYVEN - Saint Laurent Lyrics
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Yo, Swell
Swell, what's happenin'
How I get from here to where I'm goin'
Why she always want some Saint Laurent
If I turn her down, don't buy her what she want
She throw a fit like a child and I get it with my funds
Why these niggas cappin' on my name
They so lame, that's a shame
Gettin' to that bag anyway
Cut her shorty yesterday, her name is Leisha
She too spoiled, you can't meet her
Found out that she just want the Visa
I get tired of that shit, ain't gotta check Christina
She so foreign, she so cocky that my Mamacita
Do the dash on them Skuds like I'm Bo, nigga
She want me or she want you, let's take a vote, nigga
I don't get no service, location remote, nigga
Don't do gold diggers, I can't f*ck with Moors either
I got drape, I be drippin' across the states
M.I.A. to L.A. the next day
I'ma take her on a date, shrimp and steak, nigga
You a hate, nigga, can't even relate with you
Wake up every day, damn, I'm feelin' great
I switch the flow and turn the page
I gave her cash so she could get it late
We pull up to Chick-fil-A, she want a lemonade
My lemon squeeze, it's my time like I'm Flavor Flav
F*ck it, might just be her birthday, how she throwin' cake
Fact of the day, this a throwaway
I feel like LeBron when he comin' through the lane
Ex girl said she love me, some things never change
Someone get this boy, he talkin' any kind of way
I'm Rich Homie, got them feeling some type of way
No DJ clue, but I'm droppin' bombs
Money do not grow on trees, but it come from these palms
She see how I'm livin', so she ask me what I'm on, ay
Georgia State, graduated from a key train
Told that girl it's nice to meet you, put my number in your phone
She say I don't follow back, I told her that's my fault
I be drippin' harder, so I'm hydratin' with Vals
It feel like ten minutes, but it been like one
Feet burnin', flow hot like the, yeah
Got a mission, call me and I get it done
I'm not James Bond
I'm the biggest fish inside the motherf*ckin' pond
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, I'm talkin' Saint Laurent
Saint Laurent
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, I'm talkin' Saint Laurent
Swell, what's happenin'
How I get from here to where I'm goin'
Why she always want some Saint Laurent
If I turn her down, don't buy her what she want
She throw a fit like a child and I get it with my funds
Why these niggas cappin' on my name
They so lame, that's a shame
Gettin' to that bag anyway
Cut her shorty yesterday, her name is Leisha
She too spoiled, you can't meet her
Found out that she just want the Visa
I get tired of that shit, ain't gotta check Christina
She so foreign, she so cocky that my Mamacita
Do the dash on them Skuds like I'm Bo, nigga
She want me or she want you, let's take a vote, nigga
I don't get no service, location remote, nigga
Don't do gold diggers, I can't f*ck with Moors either
I got drape, I be drippin' across the states
M.I.A. to L.A. the next day
I'ma take her on a date, shrimp and steak, nigga
You a hate, nigga, can't even relate with you
Wake up every day, damn, I'm feelin' great
I switch the flow and turn the page
I gave her cash so she could get it late
We pull up to Chick-fil-A, she want a lemonade
My lemon squeeze, it's my time like I'm Flavor Flav
F*ck it, might just be her birthday, how she throwin' cake
Fact of the day, this a throwaway
I feel like LeBron when he comin' through the lane
Ex girl said she love me, some things never change
Someone get this boy, he talkin' any kind of way
I'm Rich Homie, got them feeling some type of way
No DJ clue, but I'm droppin' bombs
Money do not grow on trees, but it come from these palms
She see how I'm livin', so she ask me what I'm on, ay
Georgia State, graduated from a key train
Told that girl it's nice to meet you, put my number in your phone
She say I don't follow back, I told her that's my fault
I be drippin' harder, so I'm hydratin' with Vals
It feel like ten minutes, but it been like one
Feet burnin', flow hot like the, yeah
Got a mission, call me and I get it done
I'm not James Bond
I'm the biggest fish inside the motherf*ckin' pond
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, I'm talkin' Saint Laurent
Saint Laurent
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, I'm talkin' Saint Laurent
Writer: Seyven Jones
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