(feat. Rick Ross)





[Intro]

Ay count that money for me partner

Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?

Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou

Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4

I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed

Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet



[Chorus: T.I.]

I stay on my grind cause that come first

If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt

All that’s on my mind is get that dough

He try me Imma take you places you don’t wanna go

50 60 stacks of more and I’m in your town

Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down

Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast

Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag

Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]



[Verse 1: T.I.]

Ay, I do my thang you don’t know

Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go

I ain’t in the game still Imma problem on the low

Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low

Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear

You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here

I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know

Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe

Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up

Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy

I’m the coolest in the city bitch

While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit

Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit

Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash

I demand you to raise your hand and

Pledge Allegiance To The Swag



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

World got no money call me David Copperfield

A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear

We control the corners, that’s usual politics

Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip

We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his

And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears

Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few

Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue

Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel

Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel

Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch

Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch

Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot

And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by

Young niggas bow down to the kings

In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: T.I.]

The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty

Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit

Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick

If you talking bout some paper step into my office

On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,

Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick black

Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement

I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas

Ask the feds what I had when they found me

We down with whatever, just don’t interrupt my countin’

Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant

Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain

Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’

He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’

Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season

When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance



[Chorus]



[T.I Talking]

Ay my nigga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,

you come fuck with me on that bullshit you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you understand that nigga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna

Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig

Aye listen, all you other sucker ass nigga homeboys

I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog

my nigga get out my way nigga let money get through here dog

you understand

say you niggas aint even on my muthafucking resume dog

aye my nigga if I did take you out the game my nigga it was my mutha-fcking pleasure to move fucking move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying

niggas say no more homes

nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying

nigga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, nigga

you know, say homeboy

nigga my worst muthafucking mistake was the best you could ever hope for

you nigga, you understand know what I’m saying, I forgot more shit than you could remember

nigga, I got more muthafucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga

nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthafucking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying

Big bank take little bank nigga wassup nigga?

These niggas thought I was just talkin when I came in this mufucka talkin that Cage shit nigga

Look at me know nigga what you see nigga?

Huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get your pen out take notes nigga

Don’t Hate nigga! Ha!

Fuck that bullshit, Partna.

It’s the mufucka...

Aye man, Jay.. Ay, Jay talkin bout..

Jay say he made the Blueprint my nigga

This the muthafuckin’ Foundation nigga, ok?

Yeah, everything else would be built up off of this shit nigga.

All Red-y yeah, yeah

Say no more nigga everything understood don’t need to be explained

Ross I got you nigga, say no more

It’s all good my nigga

Grand Hustle PSC For Life Bitch Nigga!

West Side!

It’s on one bank here nigga

Count, I told you! Didn’t I muthafuckin’ tell you? yeah!

Aight then, I’ll holla at ya’ll niggas on the motherfucking Flipside nigga!

A hundred million plus, a bus nigga, bitch nigga!