Meek Mill - Pledge Allegiance To My Swag lyrics

[Hook] I pledge allegiance to my swag That I be getting money and my b**hes be bad, yessir I pledge allegiance to my swag That I be getting money and my b**hes be bad, yeah I be shining on em, haters I be shining on em Haters we shining on em, yeah I be shining on em n***as we shining on em, n***as we shining on em b**hes we shining on em, b**hes we shining on em [Verse 1] Money on the kitchen table, boss at the chairs Talking dollar signs and getting money over here We getting money over here, how bout you hater? All my n***as eating that, everybody paid up I say bail money, check, lawyer money, check Goons on deck, they all catch wreck Yessir, that dirty money get you murdered bout it n***a I ain't worried bout it, I know you heard about it Knick knack pattywhack, buy a b**h a Louis bag Tell her put that work in there and transport all that through a cat And bring that money back I put that b**h in the field like she a running back Just to make my money stack Red stripe horses, double G's Porsches Make the haters nauseous, hot sh**, of course it's The boy from the North side, my swagger on fire Can't stop k**ing these n***as like Mike Myers I go hard, so so hard Like a motherf**ing p**no star Like f** these b**hes, I be on my grind If it ain't about no Benjamins, I'm like never mind I fell in love, bad b**hes and dollar signs Me and Tip, back of the back, I recline Reminiscing on days that I didn't have sh** Just to book me for a show that's gon cost you a half a brick If I ain't had that haze, baby know I had that white The DA want to roof a n***a like a satellite Cause I was up and trapping, trapping ‘fore I grabbed the mic And I had the 38 special ‘fore I had the Mike's And I was riding on n***as ‘fore I had a bike I tell a n***a he a b**h like a hermaphrodite I got bad b**h dollar sign appetite You kept me on the corner shine like a traffic light Yeah, on post like a mail box Cops watch my every move and I don't even sell rock Just a couple months ago, I was on the cell block Me and Peed, Gunna state rolling in the cell lock Whole hood know I'm flame, they say that I'm hell hot Drop 50 on you, cops see the semi shell shot And you gon rat like Splinter Catch you wrong time, n***a snatch your whole dinner I was down for the summer, Imma grind the whole winter By the time the spring fall the wrist be looking like December Yeah, and that's colder than a motherf**er You still rapping dog? You older than a motherf**er [Outro] Meek Milly, yeah We getting money f**ing b**hes on you haters man How you living n***a? 215 aPhillyated Grand Hustle p**y BH, we straight