Bars Of Soap - Mike WiLL Made It, Swae Lee

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I’m a running man

Sandals slippin' off my feet, on the sand

Countin' up the bills with my dominant hand, yo yo

Took twos on, take this appreciate it

This too?

Why tear up the rim shop?

Haha

Mike WiLL Made-It

I’m goin' postal, loco, coast to coast like La Nostra

My G.I.

Joe present, I’ve yet to see a cobra

So off my rocker got me sippin' club soda

Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up

I’m pitchin' and never in a dug out

Reachin' in my pants and I can’t take a head count

Flash back '03, things was lookin' run down

Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau

Killin' shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down

House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route

Transition from the Impala to the Fisker

I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert

Left the doors up, now the Lambo' has pigtails

Since you gettin' comfy, I’ma let you sit there

I’ma let you stay there, when I shed a tear

They didn’t have no care, so I’ma charge retail

I brought some kush 'cause you say you want set sail

If you love sick in the room, you best get well

Every dog has its day, what the hell?

No tuck tail

Swae Lee went to magazine, double X-L

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo

Colors burst on the cars and the jewels

I’m a wanted man

Seats lookin' like they got a spray tan

When I was without, not a helpin' hand

I got some women that throw it back and make me drop the cans

I told Ben Frank' just to drop a pin

I collect my fit goal to the highest bid

Yes, I might drop in, it all depends

Junior high, I was dreamin' of a Mach 10

I’m comin' clean though, I mean not a speck

My girl be servin' looks, I could kiss the chef

Katana sword poppin' out my, walkin' cane

I’m overseas, my Cali bae like, «How was Spain?»

We gettin' to the money and you niggas havin' issues

I bought a fuckin' piece and it came with a wet suit

The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess

I’m moochin' off my mother-lovin' self

She be hopin' that I take a knee like Kaepernick, yes

I be open to that «SremmLife"shit (SremmLife!)

This is how we live, this is how we exist

Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits

All in the house and I’m home-wreckin'

If I sleep with his wife, I’m a home-wrecker

I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather

Mami playin' with my balls like tether, on my leather

Money talk, it’s a lecture

80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric

Niggas gon' hate, I’m still unaffected

Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected

She said pop the question, the question got deflected

Man them men my boy, that’s my motherfuckin' brethren

Let’s cut to the chase

It’s only on the house when we in the place

My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames

Stirrin' up the cup with my wrist, souffle

Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved

I told you all in «Swang», don’t say my name in vain

We bring it to your door like (*doorbell*) «You rang?!»

Spendin' all the money then we watch it boomerang

With the fendi belt, angry face like Pootie Tang

Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings

«Long time, no see,"that's what they say when they see me mane

I been goin' crazy, just to stay sane

Hey, your girl went missin', who’s to blame?

Young whipper snapper with the Range

Pause, then I went deranged

Call that hottie on my station

Long week, but a great day

Someone got my blowin' tree like Sage

On me you should get erased

On me, yeah, you can hate