Swervy – ART GANG MONEY (feat. Reddy) [Official Video]


Where the money at? ‘Cause we love that shit Bands in my pocket and my bra, I hide that shit You got the audacity to steal my shit I put a hole in your face, that’s my art, gang, bitch Money, art, money, gang, that’s my week spendings Spread the mula on my face like I came and shit When the gang talking, you better go and shut your lips ‘Cause if I hear you talking, we’ll jump on your bitch Backin’ coupes, Vivienne Westwood underpanties Then I’m beating chicas up, just like I’m destined to it SKOLOCT on my phone, sko-locked up in my hoodie And I’m riding with the bunny, art gangers got the money And I jump down, jump out boys Group of teenagers go whipping your car toys And you find yourself, done, you’ll get fucked, boy You can’t even wear this even if you wanted to, you fuckboys I don’t get the message, you rappers keep on meaning ‘Cause my pants a grand, got a bunny on my tops Untie my hair, take your bitch, just like this You keep saying I’m on your mind when I’m next to you the most Tigers on my feet, art gangers Designers, I’m on the boujee So long as I’m sane your life will Always be the least of my interest, unless you pay me I run Seoul, the bunny came from Tokyo YAYA mobile low riders, fire spewing out from the mufflers With that bass, sick enough to catch aches This is my morning bitch face and my money make face Life is bright, that’s a motto, vision bright with the goggles See me gone, I won’t be here tomorrow morning My friends are hustling and we’re never falling Straight up, money makers, we already out of your vision Art, gang, money, where the art come from? (Money) Art, gang, money, where the money come from? (Gang) Art, gang, money, where the gang come from? (Art) Art, gang, money, gang, money, money, money, money Art, gang, money, where the art come from? (Money) Art, gang, money, where the money come from? (Gang) Art, gang, money, where the gang come from? (Art) Art, gang, money, gang, money, money, money, money If I was born today, I’ll still be like this Haters gon’ hate, they always be like this Come at me, I’m on the other side like the arcade I know you ain’t got no friends, you’re welcome, no thanks needed I keep showing you, you won’t admit it I got plenty, I can show you every day how I rock it I’m on the next, next level I be it Come out your cave, you the only one left behind all this Shaking your head Ain’t really tell me nothing I still don’t know why, ask me twenty questions What you gon’ do when you have to face me? When Swervy hits her thirties She wants to be like Reddy, ooh, be like me Dust on money and new clothes pile up That’s how I’m gon get old, ooh, be like me Art, gang, gang, pop tags errday Drip is just a middle name between my last and first Art, gang, gang, my whip’s fat derriere I be shippin drip here and there like mo’ fuckin’ FedEx Art, gang, gang, pop tags errday Hashtag’s only after I’m paid Art, gang, gang, my whip’s fat derriere I be shippin drip here and there like mo’ fuckin’ FedEx Art, gang, money, where the art come from? (Money) Art, gang, money, where the money come from? (Gang) Art, gang, money, where the gang come from? (Art) Art, gang, money, gang, money, money, money, money Art, gang, money, where the art come from? (Money) Art, gang, money, where the money come from? (Gang) Art, gang, money, where the gang come from? (Art) Art, gang, money, gang, money, money, money, money Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE

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