Lyrics:
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
(Verse 1)]
Boy, you got that crazy magic formula
And I can't shake it babe
Just wanna drink it babe
And I stay hungry for your love
You keep me
to an end, yeah
Slide, wanna take a ride?
When you with me, oh so right, tell them boys, "not tonight"
Say you chilling wit' your bitch
And this is one you
(huh? Huh?)
Said she love the way I do my money walk (gang, gang)
I just caught a body, tell 'em, "Bring the chop'" (what? what?)
I ain't from Atlanta,
in, they ain't know they in trouble
Valet the whip by the front door
On a Percocet now and I need me some more
Tell me them lies that you want me
n****s roll with him
Caught a case what you think, n**** f***ing told on 'em
I ain't get my s*** snatched yet
You ain't get your b**** back yet
One
the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's
cause nigga I love it
Had nothing but now we stuntin'
Tell em roll something cause nigga it's nothn
Niggas gettin mad cause my pockets swollen
their past,
But every single person on this earth can start today
and Change their future,
Thats real shit,
Beezy,
Soulja Boy TellEm,
All my DJ?s play
their past,
But every single person on this earth can start today
and Change their future,
Thats real shit,
Beezy,
Soulja Boy TellEm,
All my DJ?s play
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
dirty
It's Canada nigga, I got the country on my BI
Two bad women, I bet I can turn 'em bi
Hol' up, call me Mr cash Get It
Orange Lamborghini
Lookin' like
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
sitting till I die
Hopping in my ride and tell them this is what I do
Whip N Drive Whip N Drive Whip N Drive (Adlib)
Whip N Drive Whip N Drive Whip N Drive
you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
So many people judge me (dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip!)
But would they follow me to my grave?
You say that you love me (dirt boy, dirt life,
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
and tell 'em my location
And they ain't wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it'd be like the phrase "poof", gone
But,
Hopping in my ride and tell them this is what I do
Whip N Drive Whip N Drive Whip N Drive (Adlib)
Whip N Drive Whip N Drive Whip N Drive (Ad-lib)
Whip N
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
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