Roc Marciano
I Swear
[Hook]
I just wanna stay rich, I swear
Dance on these bricks, I swear
Count money, fuck on my bitch, I swear
My young boy empty whole clips, I swear
Stay rich, I swear
Whole bricks, I swear
Thirty-six, I swear
Footprints, I swear
Stay rich, I swear
Big bricks, I swear
Thirty-six, I swear
I just wanna count money, cook bricks, I swear

[Verse]
I'm the one that brought the powder up
Hopped out in the Prada talking to my dog
He said that boy was lacking at the party so he shot it up
Fuck around and do Ezekiel Elliot numbers
I'm the type bring a key to the tele and pump it
Paranoid I think that these n***as telling or something
Paranoid I think that they tapped the celly or something
I ain't saying nothing
Sucka n***as
The untouchable boy you ain't fucking with us
Last night I got a call from my stove, she said
You took my name, turned my handle got me that
I know I should be grateful, but I don't
Want these kids that coming after you to think this shit a joke
Spilled powder on my face and they don't even wipe me off
Bring these extra n***as round that I know won't follow code
Treat me like these other hoes
Get me high, turn me on, I should be on medium low
You know how it go
Ice hit the hot pyrex and it break like in your song
Now he lost, money gone, I fucked his yay up
He still hold that cash, how he gon pay up?
Digging glass up out my eye, but really he the one can't see
I be here between these counters when they come and grab the team
I'm just tryna help you eat
I watched they mamas and they grandmamas stand in front of me and cry and say that they need to get they shit together
All them n***as round can't buy a brick together
Cuz y'all don't listen never
Or they listening to n***as like you
That talk all that shit and think that it's gon come that easy too
Tell em how I used to help you turn fourteen to thirty-two
When all you had was your re-up tunnel vision and no jewels
Or that investigation room, that's where you find out who your friends is
When you stop giving a fuck about the money and the Benzes
When you wish you stayed low and kept them n***as out your business
Why you don't tell em that?
That's before all of the bricks, all the fountain blue cabanas, all the hellcats
Call me back