Soulja Boy Tell 'em - Turn My Swag On (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy (Lil Wayne)]
Soulja! (Weezy!)

[Chorus x2: Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on!
Took a look in the mirror, said whassup
Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Count so much money every day is gettin' my arms swole
My swag is outer space, similar to a wormhole
Dunkin' on the game like stephon marberry.
I got red Aston Martin, I call it my strawberry

All work, no play, this is my playground
Rappers on tour but, they ridin' a Grayhound!
But they don't stay round now, my Lambo got surround sound
I'm hotter than plasma, lava, magma!

Knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone
I'm like get back, gimme dat, give the king his throne
You like knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone
I'm like get back, gimme dat, give the king his throne

Honey, I am home
Walk into the dealership, add another whip to my collection
Of pink ships
I am it!
And don't forget, this, this is the remix!

[Chorus x2: Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on!
Took a look in the mirror, said whassup
Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Well, uh-huh, alright, uh-huh, Young Moolah, baby)
Oh-oh, swagga on a zillion, I'm a Loui V Don like a Loui V Camillion
House so big like I live in a buildin'
No chandeliers, I got guns hangin' from the ceilin'
Brand-new car, I divorced the top
See, homie, you a square, I'm a Porsche Box
Long hair, don't care
Holla back, bitch, I'm in the bathroom, takin' me a rich n***a shit, yeah

Gangsta to da bristle
Swagga on official
I'm the shit and you, you just a maggot on a tissue
Better tell 'em I'm hotter than a Arizona missile
White Benz chrome wheels like a napkin on a nickel
Young Moolah, baby, Weezy baby, don't forget da Weezy, baby
Black card boy, make ya throw away the Visa, baby
You ain't on the planet I'm on, and I never leave my swagger at home...

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on!
Took a look in the mirror, said whassup
Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

Uh Um
Swagga On A Zillion I'm Loui V Down Like A Loui V Camillion

House So Big Like I Live In A Buildin
No Chandalears I Got Guns Hangin From The Ceiling

Brand New Car I Divorced Da Top
See Homie You A Square I'm A Porsche Boxster
Long Hair Don't Care
Holla Back Bitch I'm In The Bathroom
Takin Me A Rich Nigga Shit! Yeah

Gansta To Da Bristle
Swagga Unofficial
I'm Da Shit And You You Just A Maggot On A Tissue
Gonna Tell 'em I'm Hotter Then A Arizona Missle
White Benz Chrome Wheels Like A Napkin On A Nickel

Young Mula Baby Weezy Baby Don't Forget Da Weezy Baby

Black Card Boy Make Ya Throw Away The Visa Baby

You Ain't Da Planet I'm On N I Neva Leave My Swag At Home...

[Hook x2: Soulja Boy]
Hopped Up Out Da Beddd
Turn My Swag On
Take A Look In Da Mirror Say Wusup
Yeahhh I'm Gettin Money Ohhhh!

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
They say the hood lookin for ya
Tell em bounce back
Gotta feed the streets
Youngins in ya contract
Right here, page 1, paragraph 3,
Do what the f*ck you wanna do
Nigga just feed the streets
Number one, try ta pay 28 bads
Have the nerve to be short 28 grams
Ion need to take it far
Somebody stole one
So what da f*ck you wanna say
Somebody owe one
Good dick, tatoo, bitches like that
Talk to em and it got a braid
The bitches like that
They say it's all about the fit,
I say the right hat
They say it's all about the kicks,
I say the right stack. (Ayyy) (Ohh)

[Chorus:]
Hop up out the benzz,
Turn the scale onn,
Took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup) (Yeah)
Yeahhhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)

Hop up out the benzz,
Turn the scale onn,
Took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup)
Yeahhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)

[Verse 4: Young Jeezy]
I feel like stuntin tonight
Got all my chains on
Nigga yeen said shit
That's my theme song
And if ya ain't gettin money
Then ya themes wrong
And if ya ain't dream livin
Then ya dream wrong
White fours, white brick,
That's my dream house
100 bricks the long way
That's my dream couch
Can you imagine me just sittin on dem shits,
Wait for da drop to roll around,
I make a killin on dem ships,
Man it's such a beautiful day,
Do some lawn work,
And if ya mention ya'll dead,
That's why my arm hurt,
23 for the B,
Das dat Lebron work,
Home invaders ion know why the long work...

[Chorus x2: Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on!
Took a look in the mirror, said whassup
Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)

[Verse 5: Fabolous]
This is how you start a verse,
You shout out them cowards first
Niggas start their day off hatin
Damn take a shower first
Tell them lames loose my number (number)
Until they find some money
Bein broke is a joke
So that's why I find 'em funny (hey)
They say life's a bitch
Bet you couldn't take it from me
And won't you quit makin blogs
Try and make some money (try and make some money)
Yea, we gettin money, Yea
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who has the meanest swagger of them all?
He said me ofcourse, like I need his conformation
I know I'm the shit, tell them hoes don't forget
This is Loso, f*ckaz on your cerabellum
If you ain't know so, they better Soulja Boy Tell em (SoujiaBoy Tell em)
Yeaa, we gettin moneyy, Yeaa, Aye

[Chorus x2: Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on!
Took a look in the mirror, said whassup
Yeeeeeah, I'm gettin' money (ohhhh)