Turn My Swag On Freestyle Lyrics - Chamillionaire

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I'm in the zone, let's go! 

I don't mean to brag 

But my cash long 

Yeah I feel like I'm worth a million bucks 

Yeah, I'm countin' 100's 

Yeah-ah-ah 

Got that corporate Swag 

And my cash long 

But in the streets I could make a million bucks 

Yeah, show me the money 

Yeah-ah-ah 

You be local 

Imma be in London. No lauren 

They claim to do it for the block cuz they the ones not tourin 

Ain't believin in these streets rappers claim to be on 

They really in front of ning like Alonzo Mourning (Internet) 

At the rucca with the blucca cuz the worth of my charm 

Street baller, ain't no need to even work on my form 

King of the underground feel like the mixtape Bun 

Label don't even want to move until my mixtapes done 

Bad Breezy in the A then do whatever I want 

And she say that's right, ok, and yeah like she Lil' John 

Sleepin over in the dorm with your chick is a norm' 

In the jacuzzi with my Black Berry on like I'm Ron 

Look into my iPhone if a bad chick what you want 

Height Williams sneak a peak, and big pimpin' was born 

Swag deposit in my closet, take whatever you want 

So many horses that my stylist call me Polow da Don 

I be workin until dawn, ladies say I ain't fun 

I ain't down with that complainin so right now you been warned 

X'd out of my black booklet you don't wanna be one 

So many X's they addresses lookin like it's some porn 

And that's just my x-man but she still on my arm 

I send her to Magic City you gon' think that she storm 

She turn over in the morn', she can bet I'll be gone 

Shoulda known that dot com, be a member and join 

Cuz when she hop up out the bed, Imma be gone 

On my grind before you even wake up 

Yeah, I know you love me 

Yeah-ah-ah 

I don't like no competition so I guess that I'm greedy 

I walk in Michael Jordan's kitchen and walk out with his Wheaties 

So much jewelry that my closet lookin' frosted as Jeezy 

Closet freezy, lookin' like that big commercial on TV 

Rollin' wit a chick magnet I call Arab money 

Could wake up in your momma's bed like I'm your stepdad, dummy 

I'm too sick another's nostrils ain't gon' get that runny 

Pimpin' Kenneth and Hugh Hefner, I could pimp that bunny 

Chamilli is the truth, puke is what I induce 

I'm so sick that if I spit it look like Cranberry Juice 

Look who's touching on the head, you could say that she loose 

I lean backwards while your chick is playing duck, duck, goose 

These rappers can't see me just call me the hidden truth 

And I'm probably about to wreck it unless there's a hidden booth 

All these rappers is fruity but don't ask me for proof 

They so sweet, I can't name them without chippin' a tooth 

Not in my Fave 5, not part of my business group 

So when your chick get in the coup, she's part of my chicken coop 

You don't know who always kill it, you need to be introduced 

And you need to just keep one eye on me like Zeus 

Cuz really 

I don't mean to brag 

But my cash long 

Yeah I feel like I'm worth a million bucks 

Yeah, I'm countin' 100's 

Yeah-ah-ah 

Got that corporate Swag 

And my cash long 

But in the streets I could make a million bucks 

Yeah, show me the money 

Yeah-ah-ah