Ya Boy - Swishas N My Drank lyrics

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[Hook]

What it do, what it do lil mama,

I’m on what about you lil mama

Ross rodney, 2 little mamas

And I don’t know what I’d do

without my swishas and my drank,

big money in the bank

swishas and my drank,

big money in the bank

swishas and my drank,

big money in the bank

And bitch in here know it’s California

And it’s 500 for the Arizona

And it’s og put you in the coma

You gotta drop a payment, no loaner

Hand stacking and under rock and revolver

Young foreigner baby I’m throwin spirals

All them bitches waiting on my arrival

Get her wet, I think I might need some goggles

Roll the swisher sweet, think it’s Rihanna

My sprite eastern pink, that’s on my mama

From my teeth to feet, girl it’s designer

With my material bitch I call her madonna

[Hook]

She got on true religion, on court ride

Keep a little dish, you know I adore that

When she asking me for money, you know I ignore that

I only spend it on her if she bringing more back

Baby roll the swisher up, I’ma light that

Keep the rivet in my cup, you know I like that

Baby girl let’s do it like we from Texas

Let me hit it from the back after breakfast

She ain’t got nothin on but the necklace

Party in my pants baby, now you on the guest list

You ain’t getting money then you ain’t my prefference

I’m in her mouth like a breathmint

[Hook]

Swishas and my drank, so high can’t ...

Blings on my face, big money in the bank

She wanna get high, so she can get low

She wanna get high, so she can get low

She wanna get high, so she can get low

She wanna get high, so she can get low

Break it down hoe, break it down hoe

[Hook]