Saint Jhn - Nigga Shit

Swoosh, I'm ballin'

I don't know the fuck them niggas call it

But out here nigga we call it the wave

On my nigga shit you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it

But baby I be gone in the mornin'

So It's champagne and models in the mornin'

First of fuckin' all, I was tryna ball

Word to Renny Penny countin' pennies at the jar

Starter jacket raw, Gucci loafers, nah

Learn to keep a secret, don't repeat what you saw

Flames trappin' raw, goin' door to door

Hammer in my bookbag, no respect for the law

Beamer for the car, but that's a '94

And breaks didn't work, and we was still goin' hard

Bitch, I've been a star, I know I'm a star

I've been Ghetto Lenny except without the guitar

We build the repoire, silk and cigars

And money comin' in, all hail to it, lord, nigga, much love

Had her up and down, it's a mothafuckin' Sunday

Who, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?

Who, who, who gotta set their money up?

Who? I really wish you little niggas let go

Swoosh, I'm ballin'

I don't know the fuck them niggas call it

But out here nigga we call it the wave

On my nigga shit you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it

But baby I be gone in the mornin'

So It's champagne and models in the mornin'

Ghetto Lenny, no guitar, ayy

You ever been to Bogotá? Ayy

I got a girl, oh, I forgot, ayy

This Diplomatico cigar

She like gold bottles, or whatever, so I buy it or whatever

So she try it or whatever, on a diet or whatever

She a model or whatever, so she model or whatever

Got me spendin' like a nigga hit the lotto or whatever

True

Had her up and down, it's a mothafuckin' Sunday

Who, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?

Who, who, who gotta set their money up?

Who? I really wish you little niggas let go

Swoosh, I'm ballin'

I don't know the fuck them niggas call it

But out here nigga we call it the wave

On my nigga shit you know we go retarded

So I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'

Like I don't know what none of ya'll call it

But baby I be gone in the mornin'

So It's champagne and models in the mornin'