You got a drink in your hand, throw that motherfucker up
You got a drink in your hand
You got a drink in your hand
You got a drink in your hand
Big male does it big, sold the phone, went out my bottle
Up straight to the bill, now watch these hoes follow
Holdin' out that cup and phone, no you don't to bother
Dope-ass nigga, I'll come back tomorrow
Big money, big male, I'ma make it sour
My tail bright, I'm on a bottle, poppin' every hour
Your girl wanna drink, bottle, I'm the red and sour
She love Trill, child, let my verse on number flower
She said she'd let my dress, but I'm cute
With my desire, that's why I took them to the back
I had the dicker down, music poppin' so loud
Nobody heard a sound
Makin' love in the club like a bus to Raymond Lutton
Makin', makin', makin' love like a bus to Raymond Lutton
You got a drink in your hand, throw that motherfucker up
You got a drink in your hand, throw that motherfucker up
You got a drink in your hand
You got a drink in your hand
This your boy K-Swaggum, period, come and die
I touch the heat though but don't need a karma bun
These niggas never eat like 12 months of Ramadan
Their future jet black, eat like I'm a star
Some * but can't touch me like I'm a god
Get down, loaded so much I feel like I'm a pod
My soul can ride to the top like I'm a pod
Stay on the grass all day like I'm a lot
Throw your glasses up, ladies throw your asses up
I throw money punches quick, I got my cashes up
Money's over in clay, I keep stacking up
Macaroni and cheese, I keep my mac in them
We playin' on the guitar, Big Bill actin' up
We keep makin' money, y'all get dumped like the truck
You haters better keep backin' up
Get your hand, throw that motherfucker up
You got a drink in your hand, stay on the grass all day like I'm a lot
You got a drink in your hand, throw that motherfucker up
You got a drink in your hand
You got a drink in your hand
You got a drink in your hand
You got a drink in your hand, steal your swag to the max
Bitches love my fragrance, cause I smell like threats
I don't showed off patience, my virtue is money catchin'
Mulan, Whopper, Donner, Bang, I'm talking about a trillion stacks
Moody Prada, Louis Gucci, Versace, my surfy Coochie
I be living like a movie starring Royals, truly
Life in camera action, but I am not acting
Robert De Niro, now watch me do my swag dance
I be celebrating, cause this a celebration
Your swag is just a little off, it needs some calibrating
I be in the sports car, Lambo doors, Ferrari wheels
Diamonds in my pinky ring, looking just like Turner Fields
Dal Murphy hair rings, got me feeling chipper now
Money gotta attitude, don't make it start to flippy now
Dal Murphy hair rings, got me feeling chipper now
Money keep a attitude, don't make it start to flippy now
You gotta drink, get your hands off that motherfucker
You gotta drink, get your hands off that motherfucker
You gotta drink, get your hands off that motherfucker
You gotta drink, get your hands off that motherfucker
You gotta drink, get your hands off that motherfucker
This next exclusive is for my moms
T-R-P-O-T, Off Thex Soldier
Der Optik Armin, allein gegen den Rest
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