Текст песни
Swing it high, swing it low
Let the brass section blow
Yeah, yeah
Swing it high, swing it low
Everywhere we go
Couple dollars in my pocket
Turned that into a stack
Turned that stack into a habit
Ain’t no turning back
Shorty dancing on the carpet
Like she caught a vibe
Said she wanna leave the floor
Take a little ride
Swing it high
Let it hang in the air
If you came from the bottom
Put your pain up there
Swing it high
Till your arm feel tired
If they ever counted you out
Lift it higher, higher
Old hood in my rearview
Still call my name
Every corner got a story
Every story got flame
I was grinding for a minute
Now it feel like a day
Same walk, same talk
Just a different pay
Swing it high
Let it hang in the air
If you came from the bottom
Put your pain up there
Swing it high
Till your arm feel tired
If they ever counted you out
Lift it higher, higher
