Lyrics:
sound hot
'Cause if you ain't a perfect ten, my sign is stop
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin' styles in 'em
Like women in denim, I'm in 'em for
a broke bitch
I always got crack, I tell ‘em to smoke this
I'm in that custom coupe, 650 drop
Eighty thousand down, off the lot
White tee with the ice
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
In the beer that I'm drinkin'
I gotta get paid, I gotta get paid
And that's what a nigga be thinkin'
You sleep hoes
I'm puttin' a peephole in your
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
I'm a tell you right now they plug niggas
They slug niggas
Now if yo bitch way out of line
Because when I stepping to Doggy Dogg you better take your
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
You know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it! (Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
know it
Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it
No right now what's ya tell em go get boy
And lights out
And nigga I ain't playing with ya
Come any
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
Like
niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million
beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita
My dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy
little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
The stern
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
it go soft
When I give it tell her put it in her mouth I'm
Soulja boy tell em teen of tha south
and out of state just like Romo
Lookin' out for them boys no homo
Can't tell em what your drivin' that a no no
I'm gonna tell you this but keep it
Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
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