Swervin' Video (MV)

Put the money in the bag

Put the money in the bag
Zip it up and make dash
I don't care how hot it gets
Don't you dare take off your mask
Anybody want the drama I'll be sure to give em that
If he try to be a hero put a bullet in his back
Hit the whip, sit and wait
I'll be cleaning out the safe
I will see you in a minute baby don't freak out on me
Got about a million me I just want like two or three
We can spend it in all in London after we run from police

And we dippin'
And we swervin'
And we driftin'
Rubber burnin'
If they crash while tryna catch us they deserve it
Got 200 on the dash this shit is perfect
Yeah we dippin'
And we swervin'
Twelve be trippin'
Feds be lurkin'
If they crash while tryna catch us they deserve it
Got 200 on the dash this shit is perfect

Load the clip into the chopper
Let's get married do you wanna
Go down in a blaze of glory, baby f*ck it let's be martyrs
We can leave a billion dollars to our super gorgeous daughter
Tell em all that we was gangsta and them niggas never caught us
What a life, what a livin'
What a fairy tale ending
This the storyline I'm wishing
Clyde and Bonnie could've given
This is Homicide Hearne, who the f*ck you think this is
Got a Porchsa 9/11 I will pull a 187
Then I'm dipping

Yeah we dippin'
And we swervin'
Twelve be trippin'
Feds be lurkin'
If they crash while tryna catch us they deserve it
Got 200 on the dash this shit is perfect

F*ck with me f*ck with me
None of you niggas can f*ck with me
I'm posted I'm up in the double tree
My shorty we hiding from the police
We sipping that bubbly bubbly
We celebrate. The getaway
The plan is A. We hit the plane And fly the f*ck out the USA
With all this money money in a briefcase
Ooh I'm feeling like a cheapskate
Make a nigga get some cheesecake
And don't even break em off a piece of cake
I am Mozart with the teeth ache
Kobe rookie to the league great
They wonder why I make the fiends wait
I ain't tellin niggas the release date
They say "please, Bass". I say hell nah
Columbus Short nigga; dance off
Hood Moses more like Santa Clause
Mafioso might just cut your hand off
And motherf*ck you and the damn law
You never never stood a chance dog
I'm clever clever with the damn bars like a convict with his master's
Goddamn, body in the bag
Why you had to go and do a nigga like that
Came thru drippin like Cardi w the swag
Ooh I'm a god like Kanye dad
Now I know now I know why they mad
Ugh, now I know why they mad
Niggas can't follow my tire tracks
Swervin' in this bitch and we gone in a flash

Yeah we dippin'
And we swervin'
Twelve be trippin'
Feds be lurkin'
If they crash while tryna catch us they deserve it
Got 200 on the dash this shit is perfect