Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy - Turn My Swag On (Remix) lyrics

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Soulja! (Weezy!)

Hopped up out the bed

Turn my swag on!

Took a look in the mirror, said whassup

Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

Count so much money every day is gettin' my arms swole

My swag is outer space, similar to a wormhole

Dunkin' on the game like stephon marberry.

I got red Aston Martin, I call it my strawberry

All work, no play, this is my playground

Rappers on tour but, they ridin' a Grayhound!

But they don't stay round now, my Lambo got surround sound

I'm hotter than plasma, lava, magma!

Knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone

I'm like get back, gimme dat, give the king his throne

You like knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone

I'm like get back, gimme dat, give the king his throne

Honey, I am home

Walk into the dealership, add another whip to my collection

Of pink ships

I am it!

And don't forget, this, this is the remix!

Hopped up out the bed

Turn my swag on!

Took a look in the mirror, said whassup

Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

(Well, uh-huh, alright, uh-huh, Young Moolah, baby)

Oh-oh, swagga on a zillion, I'm a Loui V Don like a Loui V Camillion

House so big like I live in a buildin'

No chandeliers, I got guns hangin' from the ceilin'

Brand-new car, I divorced the top

See, homie, you a square, I'm a Porsche Box

Long hair, don't care

Holla back, bitch, I'm in the bathroom, takin' me a rich n***a shit, yeah

Gangsta to da bristle

Swagga on official

I'm the shit and you, you just a maggot on a tissue

Better tell 'em I'm hotter than a Arizona missile

White Benz chrome wheels like a napkin on a nickel

Young Moolah, baby, Weezy baby, don't forget da Weezy, baby

Black card boy, make ya throw away the Visa, baby

You ain't on the planet I'm on, and I never leave my swagger at home...

Hopped up out the bed

Turn my swag on!

Took a look in the mirror, said whassup

Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

Uh Um

Swagga On A Zillion I'm Loui V Down Like A Loui V Camillion

House So Big Like I Live In A Buildin

No Chandalears I Got Guns Hangin From The Ceiling

Brand New Car I Divorced Da Top

See Homie You A Square I'm A Porsche Boxster

Long Hair Don't Care

Holla Back Bitch I'm In The Bathroom

Takin Me A Rich Nigga Shit! Yeah

Gansta To Da Bristle

Swagga Unofficial

I'm Da Shit And You You Just A Maggot On A Tissue

Gonna Tell 'em I'm Hotter Then A Arizona Missle

White Benz Chrome Wheels Like A Napkin On A Nickel

Young Mula Baby Weezy Baby Don't Forget Da Weezy Baby

Black Card Boy Make Ya Throw Away The Visa Baby

You Ain't Da Planet I'm On N I Neva Leave My Swag At Home...

Hopped Up Out Da Beddd

Turn My Swag On

Take A Look In Da Mirror Say Wusup

Yeahhh I'm Gettin Money Ohhhh!

They say the hood lookin for ya

Tell em bounce back

Gotta feed the streets

Youngins in ya contract

Right here, page 1, paragraph 3,

Do what the fuck you wanna do

Nigga just feed the streets

Number one, try ta pay 28 bads

Have the nerve to be short 28 grams

Ion need to take it far

Somebody stole one

So what da fuck you wanna say

Somebody owe one

Good dick, tatoo, bitches like that

Talk to em and it got a braid

The bitches like that

They say it's all about the fit,

I say the right hat

They say it's all about the kicks,

I say the right stack. (Ayyy) (Ohh)

Hop up out the benzz,

Turn the scale onn,

Took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup) (Yeah)

Yeahhhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)

Hop up out the benzz,

Turn the scale onn,

Took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup)

Yeahhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)

I feel like stuntin tonight

Got all my chains on

Nigga yeen said shit

That's my theme song

And if ya ain't gettin money

Then ya themes wrong

And if ya ain't dream livin

Then ya dream wrong

White fours, white brick,

That's my dream house

100 bricks the long way

That's my dream couch

Can you imagine me just sittin on dem shits,

Wait for da drop to roll around,

I make a killin on dem ships,

Man it's such a beautiful day,

Do some lawn work,

And if ya mention ya'll dead,

That's why my arm hurt,

23 for the B,

Das dat Lebron work,

Home invaders ion know why the long work...

Hopped up out the bed

Turn my swag on!

Took a look in the mirror, said whassup

Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

This is how you start a verse,

You shout out them cowards first

Niggas start their day off hatin

Damn take a shower first

Tell them lames loose my number (number)

Until they find some money

Bein broke is a joke

So that's why I find 'em funny (hey)

They say life's a bitch

Bet you couldn't take it from me

And won't you quit makin blogs

Try and make some money (try and make some money)

Yea, we gettin money, Yea

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who has the meanest swagger of them all?

He said me ofcourse, like I need his conformation

I know I'm the shit, tell them hoes don't forget

This is Loso, fuckaz on your cerabellum

If you ain't know so, they better Soulja Boy Tell em (SoujiaBoy Tell em)

Yeaa, we gettin moneyy, Yeaa, Aye

Hopped up out the bed

Turn my swag on!

Took a look in the mirror, said whassup

Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

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