Swag Level 50 Cent
"Swag Level" by 50 Cent, released in 2012, is a hip-hop track (#HipHop) that emphasizes confidence, style, and lifestyle. The lyrics celebrate self-assuredness and success, showcasing 50 Cent's signature bravado. Its catchy beat and rhythmic flow enhance its appeal, contributing to hip-hop culture's celebration of personal branding.
[Intro]
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
[Verse 1]
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, you're not on my stature, you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like go on to my niggas, get the mossberg pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something…
[Chorus]
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
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My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
[Verse 1]
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, you're not on my stature, you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like go on to my niggas, get the mossberg pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something…
[Chorus]
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
Find More lyrics at
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
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