Verse 1
Em
Oh yeah, uh -huh
And you got Wrote the Vandross on it
C
Em
And you got Hollywood chisel on it
And we bout to put some swag on it
Please believe me
Bm
C
Em
Oh man, I'm on my level right now
Hold up, hold this cup for me Hugh Orleans
C
Em
Let me have the love,
my strap on my lap
And I'm ridin' in the coupe,
Bm
yeah I'm feelin' bulletproof
C
And my swag through the roof, yeah
Em
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
C
My jury on bling
D
and my swag through the roof
G
Em
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in the coupe
Bm
I'm feelin' bulletproof
C
and my swag through the roof
Em
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
C
My jury on bling
D
and my swag through the roof
G
Em
I'm ridin' through the jungle,
we call it uptown
Bm
C
Legs sittin' 26 inches off the ground
Em
Truck smell like I'm transportin'
bout 20 pounds
C
That's that granddaddy Kush
D
got that smellin' so loud
G
Run up on me,
Em
you gon' hear that blocka blocka plow
Am
Em
Bm
I feel sorry for your mama,
Em
Bm
C
she got one less child
Em
Jizzle been wild, jizzle been loose
C
Since I was 15, nigga,
Em
D
jizzle been the truth
G
Em
Start callin' it bling bling,
now everybody see
Bm
I don't even be trippin',
C
that's how real niggas play
Em
When you speakin' of jizzle,
no one can do it better
C
I take this swag shit to a
Em
D
whole nother level
G
Em
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go -getter
Am
Em
Bm
I'm a ho -flipper,
C
never been a ho -nigga
Bm
I fuck with zero,
Em
make it do what it do
C
Put your hands in the air
F
Em
if you swag through the roof
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in the coupe
Bm
I'm feelin' bulletproof
C
in my swag through the roof
Em
I just pulled a four -up in my big blue
C
My tree around bling
D
in my swag through the roof
G
Em
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in a coupe
Bm
I'm feelin' bulletproof
C
and my swag through the roof
Em
I just pulled a four -up in my big blue
C
I just around home
D
and my swag through the roof
G
C
I don't know about you,
Em
but my swag through the roof
Am
Em
I'm a ballin' ass nigga,
G
Em
it's disrespectful to drink a deuce
C
Man, my cup so heavy,
Em
feel like I'm liftin' weights
to hit that bitch
Am
Codeine only, if it's K -Ro,
D
we don't sip that shit
G
Em
And if we're smokin',
it's nothin' less than the best
Am
Em
Bm
Better be careful how you hit it,
C
it'll leave a hole in your chin
Em
Am
Don't playin' no games,
Em
we all about our currency
C
One of your goons might be my goon,
D
it's gon' be hard to murder me
G
Em
In Houston, you my nigga,
in New Orleans, you my round
Am
Em
Bm
In Los Angeles, it's a burner,
C
but in New York, it's a four -pound
Em
I ain't worried about no jacker,
I might jack one of they bitches
I'm an MVP coach
C
cause I got a defense,
D
they can't get past
G
Em
I done calmed down a whole lot,
but I used to wild out with
bloody blood
Bm
Collecting that dope money
C
every first and fifteenth of the month
Now I'm getting so money,
Am
Em
an d hoe money,
all of that equal to road money
F
I'm down on my last gallon,
Em
Bm
drank man go ahead and get one more
C
Em
C
D
G
Em
Bm
C
Em
C
D
And my swag grill rules
G
Em
You gon' see me in Louis
You gon' see me in Gucci
Bm
You gon' see me in Caesar
G
Bm
C
Might see me in some Coochie
Em
Ladookie is a beast,
I be going hard with it
C
Swag grill ain't the clothes,
D
you gotta be born with it
G
Em
I look so mean, I look so good
Bm
C
You see I make them Levi's look so good
Em
You know what's understood,
don't need to be explained
C
D
I rock that dick, it fit like a nigga gang bang
G
Em
And I'ma stay dry,
cuz don't fuck with that wet, man
Bm
And I'm so fly,
G
C
I should've been born a jet plane
Em
When it come to money,
I'ma get all I can get, man
C
If you got good credit,
D
I'll even accept a check, man
G
Em
I'm cooler than a popsicle
in the freezer on December 25th
Bm
Yeah, they call me Mr. Ruffle,
C
cuz I'm all about my chill
Em
I got a gangster swag, homie,
I know you wanna be me
C
But you can't inherit this,
D
G
you can only see it on TV
Em
My on my lap and I'm
ridin' in the coupe
Am
Em
I'm feelin' bulletproof
and my swag through the roof
C
Em
Bm
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
Am
G
Em
My jury on blue
F
Em
C
and my swag through the roof
D
Em
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in the coupe
Bm
I'm feelin' bulletproof
C
and my swag through the roof
Em
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
C
My jury on blue
D
G
C
and my swag through the roof you
Thru the Roof
B.G., Z‐Ro
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