Lletres: Teyana Taylor. From A Planet Called Harlem. Swagg.

[Verse 1:]
16 already push the range rove my CEO made the whole world change clothes now we got the whole hood riding skateboards doin tricks like (oh oh oh) yep antiques, y-3's, and them ice-cream's uh-oh uh-oh yeah I think they like me cause I'm so on fly like the birds be you didn't heard me? I keep the beat bump-bumpin til yah head hurt, keep yah back jerking now dats hard work just remember baby where you heard it first and that's right chea, they heard this record and they thought I gone postal we'll I'm loco
You kno so, I'm global you local come on now.

[Chorus: x2]
It's gotta swag to it kinda gotta swag to it
It's gotta swag to it kinda gotta swag to it
It's gotta swag to it just a lil swag to it
It's gotta swag badaboom, badabing

[Verse 2:]
You ain't even gotta ask I ain't even gotta brag once a week in the mall spending money poppin tags tying rags around our neck yeah I'm bad you know what's next billionaire babes clothes(oh oh oh) got my vans on and they look like vans canarys in my ear to match what's on my hand graffiti on the wall ya'll betta understand said ya'll betta understand when they hear me they be like "yeah me too" dats why I call them other broads "ms. me too" cause they don't skateboard through the city like we do, we move, breeze through like preferably I be dressed better than all yah broads fresher than everybody(yessirrr) cause I'm a treandsetter I'm known for spending chedar, you hating on mt never, ever, ever

[Chorus x2]

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