My swag is in order, nigga, image is a must Six digits on the car, nigga, that's a plus Six hundred for the jeans, I never pull my pants up Already there, why you tryna get your grams up I put your hoe in handcuffs, I take her hostage I see you walking round, short arms, deep pockets I live to see a profit, you're down to break even I'm really in the clear, you niggas stay leaking You niggas just ain't eating Pick another lane Rap game, crack game, you should pick another game I'm headed for the jeweler, 'bout to pick another chain Then I go to the pad, 'bout to stick another dame I rock, I roll I'm fly, I know You're broke, you're mad Turn your swag, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up See I'm a rock-and-roll all-star, a hip-hop legend I eat the track up, now where is my beverage I belch bars, excuse my presents And I charge for every letter, like a fucking text message Chrome on, shades on, game on And my V-Neck is pushed like Mason You can't fuck with me, man You're like Weak Man to me, man What up, blood What up, blood What up, gangster Belt game banging, chain game slanging Weezy F Baby, the shit still stankin I rock, I roll I'm fly, I know You're broke, you're mad Turn your swag, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Fat boy go hard, you're not like I You're dope-man fresh, I'm kingpin fly My team on point, my swag on ten My doe don't fold, my cash don't bend My doors go up, my sound's up loud You are nothing but another face in the crowd Corner-store John Doe looking for a name The shit you provide me is nothing to the game I'm the leader of the pack, you can tell by the talk I'm a bona fide star, you can tell by the walk One hand on my nuts, the other on a stack You're looking for doe, I can show you where it's at I rock, I roll I'm fly, I know You're broke, you're mad Turn your swag, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up