Letra de Jewelry
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag

Lil Xanny in this bitch, yeah ay
Throwing bands up in this bitch, yeah
I got money, I just don't fuckin’ floss
I like Paris too, call me Rick Ross
I'm a skinny dude with a big cock
I'm a skinny dude with a big cock
Goofy boy, you just a dog
Your new nickname is Buttercup

Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag

I got the bands, I got them stacks
I got them racks (Run it up)
She feeling mad
She had my swag, she looking sad
She had my bag
She had my sack, she had my back
Now you look mad, now you look sad
Why you look sad?
I rap me some bands
I rap me some bands, I rap me some bands
Look, I’m the boss
I pay what the cost, I bought me a ball
I'm sipping it off
My hustle LeBron, I really took off
I leave with her bounce
I leave with her bounce then smoke me a ounce

Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag

I'm weird, flexing with a clear necklace
Ice in my ear, all I hear is wetness
Bird Box brain so I steer reckless
Like [?], man, I'm pure Texas
She already know what she fucking with
She suck on my face with pussyless pussy
We're better than ends and she super thick
All of that ass and don't know what to do with it
Ay, pussy boy try again
Keeping new do's [?] vitamin
She can pull strings, no violin
Said she got the budget but they violent
Ironic what they saying 'bout the molly
Stadium set, it’s a party
We drippin’ in jewelry
We walk around like it's fuckin’ karate

Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag

(Ain't that jewelry? Ain't that jewelry?
Ain't that jewelry? Ain’t that jewelry?)