[Verse 1 - Male Sing-Sung Trap R&B Vocal, sharp vicious energetic] She said she fucked with me 'cause I'm rich bitch, no cap You know I keep it pimpin', ask yo bitch, I'm 'bout that I can do it like that or flip it like this Leave her legs shakin', now she talkin' reminisce Certified flex, better show respect I know you mad 'cause yo bitch obsessed Pull up in the foreign, wrist look like a threat You getter ready, I'll do the rest [Chorus – Big, catchy, arrogant hook] Swag on a thousand, ballin’ like I’m ballin’, Hustle in my blood, pimpin’ never falling. Street king shit, watch the money keep calling, Diamonds got me glowing, yeah the whole block stalling. I’m swaggin’, I’m ballin’, I’m hustlin’, I’m pimpin’, Bad bitches linking, got the city straight simpin’. Throw the racks up, make it rain till it’s dripping, This that real street shit — we ballin’ and pimpin’! [Verse 2 - Street Rap Baddie Diva Female Vocal] You think you all that, bitch please, save the cap We already peeped game, you just another wack Runnin' ya mouth like it's sweet, get deleted real quick Pull up on ya block, turn that tough talk to a lick Hoes talk big behind screens but fold in person I’m the diva with the heater, make 'em nervous when I’m lurkin' You attract them haters, I subtract 'em with no mercy Bash 'em, smash 'em, leave 'em in the dirt where they deserve to be[Chorus – Big, catchy, arrogant hook] Swag on a thousand, ballin’ like I’m ballin’, Hustle in my blood, pimpin’ never falling. Street king shit, watch the money keep calling, Diamonds got me glowing, yeah the whole block stalling. I’m swaggin’, I’m ballin’, I’m hustlin’, I’m pimpin’, Bad bitches linking, got the city straight simpin’. Throw the racks up, make it rain till it’s dripping, This that real street shit — we ballin’ and pimpin’! [Verse 2 - Female Rap Vocal, seductive aggressive] I'm that thick bitch, pussy drip when he hit it right Ass fat, waist snatched, twerkin' under neon lights Pole in the club or the penthouse suite He a boss in designer, I'm his favorite treat Throw it back for the bands, make it clap for the racks Cybercity nights, we ain't comin' back Drip on my body, gloss on my lips He said he want the smoke, I told him come and get this [Chorus – Big, catchy, arrogant hook] Swag on a thousand, ballin’ like I’m ballin’, Hustle in my blood, pimpin’ never falling. Street king shit, watch the money keep calling, Diamonds got me glowing, yeah the whole block stalling. I’m swaggin’, I’m ballin’, I’m hustlin’, I’m pimpin’, Bad bitches linking, got the city straight simpin’. Throw the racks up, make it rain till it’s dripping, This that real street shit — we ballin’ and pimpin’!
