Wil Make-It - Swerve Lyrics

Damn....
Try'na make a hundred bands like damn....
It was hard times but y'all don't understand...
Making my way to the top
Like it or not, stop hating on me
Couldn't unlock if I gave you the keys now we

Swerving on them, swerving on them
To get to the money we swerving on em
What's left ain't right so we turning on em
Fake love ain't funny but a hurting on them like it's whoa

Swerving on them, swerving on them
To get to the money we swerving on em
What's left ain't right so we turning on em
Fake love ain't funny but a hurting on them like it's whoa

(Like whoa)
Money on top of the stove
Whip it up whip it up money like whoa
Yeah, working my way like I'm HOV
Homie we swerving
Money be coming these hating keep watching
We swerve em
Bagging up something to give some options
We serve em
Breaking down Keys to an O
If you ain't know, homie we pros
Flipping the shows for profit, we hot and you cold
And we pull up on them like we came from top
We head to the block cuz we calling the shots
Hit up the thots cuz they handing out top
Say that you love em, I hear that a lot

Swerving on them, swerving on them
To get to the money we swerving on em
What's left ain't right so we turning on em.
Fake love ain't funny but a hurting on them like it's whoa

Swerving on them, swerving on them
To get to the money we swerving on em
What's left ain't right so we turning on em
Fake love ain't funny but a hurting on them like it's whoa

Imma go get it, then flip it and spend it
See all of us niggas we hungry no limits
Counting up digits yeah we the new business
Get a lot further by minding your business
It's Hachi Ju Hachi yeah we the new mafia
No bait but we gut niggas Talapia
Paid me no mind, when I was less popular
Now we make moves ain't no time to go talk to ya
(Swerve)
Miss me wit that
All this new shine the sun kissed me with that
No shade in this bitch, no time to get pissed
If the shoe fits get a fitted to match
Swerve
Swerving on them
Time is money so watch what you spend
They not your friends
They just pretend to be there till the end
Then all you got left is your blessings and sins

Swerving on them, swerving on them
To get to the money we swerving on em
What's left ain't right so we turning on em
Fake love ain't funny but a hurting on them like it's whoa

Swerving on them, swerving on them
To get to the money we swerving on em
What's left ain't right so we turning on em
Fake love ain't funny but a hurting on them like it's whoa

Lord forgive me
Blessing you sent to me, haven't been listening
Lord forgive me
The ones who befriended me they now my enemies
Lord forgive me
All in my head you believe in telepathy
Stressing the things that ain't really meant for me
Numbing the pain with the weed and the Hennessy
Lord forgive me
Blessing you sent to me, haven't been listening
Lord forgive me
The ones who befriended me they now my enemies
Lord forgive me