{Intro: Swaghollywood}
Real trap shit
K-naan oh
Oh, oh, pipe up, oh, yuh, yuh
Aye, aye, oh, oh, oh, oh, aye

{Chorus: Swaghollywood}
Came up with the gang, so you know we all glow
When I'm on the road, all I rock designer clothes
Got a new bitch, 'cause my last one got hoed
I can't trust a soul, 'cause my pockets won't close
I can't trust a soul, 'cause my pockets won't close
I can't trust a soul, 'cause my pockets won't close
I can't trust a soul, 'cause my pockets won't close
I can't trust a soul, 'cause my pockets won't close

{Verse 1: Swaghollywood}
I can't trust a soul, 'cause my pockets won't close
I be getting cheese like I work for Digorno
Ballin' is a habit nigga, check the scoreboard
All my niggas got cash, yea we on though
I can't trust a soul, no no I can't put you on
Shawty wanna fuck, I play that bitch like xylophone
I be in the A like the fucking Georgia Dome
Please don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout no money bro
Please don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout no money bro
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