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Get Rich (Feat. Rich the Kid) – Soulja Boy

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[Verse 1 – Soulja Boy]
Whipping and whipping
I’m breaking my wrist, I’m fucking your bitch
Taking a trip, to flip all these bricks and get all these bricks
I’m rich
Me and Rich the Kid riding around and hitting these licks
I’m rich, but I’m still hitting licks
Still hitting licks, still hitting licks
Still hitting licks, I’m still hitting licks, AP on my wrist
Flex with your bitch
I’m fucking your bitch and we taking a trip
Soulja, Soulja, Young Soulja Young Soulja Young Soulja and Rich The Kid
Soulja, Rich The Kid
Feels good to be rich
Hollow tips, extended clip leave a body in this
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
They all on my dick
AP on my wrist, I know I’m the shit
Cuban links, they cost 30 Gs, study this shit
Give him a hollow tip if a nigga talk shit
All of my niggas that’s on the block trap, trap, trap
Get rich, trap trap, get rich
Taking a trip and I’m flipping the bricks
Pistol on my lap full of hollow tips
Bad bitch, I’m making her strip
[?] in the foreign whip, [?] Vegas, I ride on the strip
Niggas talk shit and get hit with the K
Fuck out my way
King Soulja, lil Dre
Pull up on your block and you know I’m spraying
Niggas get shot up if they think I’m playing
SODMG we plug with Jamaicans
Turn up, turn up, turn up, all we smoke is loud
Pull up to the club and I shoot up the crowd
I’m turning up, I’m not turning down

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[Verse 2 – Rich The Kid]
I’m breaking my wrist, the police they’re busting my spot
I’m jumping the fence
The bitches they hated, they said I wouldn’t make it
Young nigga I’m finally rich
Offset the activis, you do the [?]
Pull over something, these bitches gon bother me
More pints than a pharmacy
Coming and going, you cuffing these hoes
Lil bro but I’m touring the globe
Young rich nigga, whole lot of cash on me
This chain on my neck worth four Rolexs
The Audemar look like a waterfall
The trap is jumping, no basketball
You taking that bitch to the mall
Young nigga got bricks in the wall
I done came from the bottom
Now it’s QC the Label and I’m sitting at the top man
You a lame ass nigga, still cuffing these hoes
My bitch got a bitch with her
Put me in the kitchen, I can show you how to do it
Forgi’s on the Rari, pull up with the Uzi
My necklace is flooded, Jacuzzi
Living, my life is a movie

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Soulja Boy

First Day of School – Soulja Boy

Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can’t help my self
Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]

That boy there be clean and that boy that be fresh and that boy be seen and that got on dimes boy
And that boy that be fresh that boy that smell like coburr that boy there he clean that boy right there he turned up
That boy that boy be clean that boy that boy be fresh that boy that boy swaggin they cant help that boy he got that pretty boy swag
He got them girls goin crazy Gucci served polo draw aww man he crazy
That boy that be fresh that boy that be clean man that boy he rocked them J’s that you ain’t never seen
Man that boy be fresh that boy there be clean soulja boy that boy that got the fresh you’ve ever seen first day

Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can’t help my self
Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]

What they do soulja?
Man they tried to jock my swagg soulja boy duplicate can I get that back
Freshest in the class yea I know they hatin cleanest nigga in the school class 08′
I swear it soulja, boy I told ya back then when I was in South Panola
I did days drive top in my rova I hate to say it but god damn I took ova Sbeezy.

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Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can’t help my self
Yea freshest in the class freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]

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Real Money (Cali Life) – Soulja Boy

[Intro:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yea
Yeah, Real Money, Real Money, Cali Life [x3]
(Real Money [x3]), Cali Life, (What, What [x3]) (Real Money [x3]), Cali Life [x3]

[Verse 1:]
Girl, what’s hannin’ witcha, What’s going down
Got a hundred bottles, And I’m in ya town
In the V.I.P I’m standing on the fucking couch
(Splash) Pulled up in car that I can’t pronounce (Go)
They call me Soulja Boy (Boy), Where yo girls at (at)
I need some pretty yellow bones, where they going in (in)
Real shit I can take her to the telly, Let her rub all on her belly
And I get it in the middle

[Hook:]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real

[Verse 2:]
Gone gethca friends, I’mma drop ten (ten)
Iced out chain (chain), I pulled up in the Benz (Benz)
Soulja Boy Tell’em (Tell’em) that be my name (name)
What I fucking rep, You knows its Ocean Gang (Splash)
Chain gang swang (Spah), Yo girl on three (three)
She say she on one (one), But shit I’m on three (three)
Ice OD (D), Everybody know me (me), Iced out chain
Like I’m standing and I’m free (free [x2])

[Hook:]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I’m to real (real), These other niggas fake (fake)
I pull up to the club (club) and you know I’m getting cake (Splash)
Yall got face money (Spah), Bet we gone skate (skate)
28 chains I den set it on eights (eights), Pull up to the summer
I den stunt like I don’t want to (I won’t to), I pull up to the new trap
And pulled up in the old school (up in the old school)
Mixing up the pro tools, And its a good feeling (good feeling)
Woke up this morning, And I’m feeling like a million (like a million)
Swag on a trillion (on a trillion), Shout out to my building (to my building)
S.O.D gang, Yeah my whole hood feel this (Splash)
I’m standing on the club, I can’t feel my face
S.O.D, Ocean Gang, Yeah we in this place

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[Hook:]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real [x2]

[Verse 4:]
If you ask about me, Then you know that I’m a king (king)
Yo girl say “Wassup” I said “Money ain’t a thing” (thing)
A hundred K cash, Yeah man my jewelry bling (Go, Go, Go [x6])
I’m talking about the bracelet and the ice make it ring
Soulja Boy Tell’em I pull up to the club
Rims so big, Yeah made my tires scrub
2012 everything cash on us (on us), Girls sending hugs (hugs)
Niggas sending mugs (mugs), The nigga sending mugs
Then my club sending slug (slug), Ocean gang splash (Splah)
Ocean gang mob (mob), Every since a nigga got rich, I’m on my job (job)
Walking through my city, Bet you get your ass robbed (whhhhaaaat)

[Hook: Outro]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real [x4]

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Buku – Soulja Boy

Money Gang
Fire Flame, Juice Mixtape, Bitch
4/20
DJ Scream

[Hook:]
I got buku money
I got buku cars
I got buku clothes
I’m livin’ with the stars
[x4]

[Verse 1:]
Standin’ by the stove, buku bank roll
Yellow diamond shawty, had to shit up on them hoes
Lean in my cup, kush in my blunt
If you reppin’ skinny niggas
Gon throw it up (SKINNY NIGGAS)
Westside squad, getcho ass robbed
Money gang boys, yes we stay on our job
Big bank roll, buku hoes
Pull up to the club, lexani on them 4’s
Niggas start hatin’
Ak to ya faces
Bitch, talk shit, I’m grabbin’ pliers
Removin’ braces
Droptop lexus, whole crew flexin’
Ridin’ from atlanta all the way to fuckin’ texas
Trap goin crazy, crack like the 80’s
Droptop maybach got me like patrick swayze
Soulja boy juice’n
80 fuckin’ proofin’
When I’m in the booth, Kwon, gon’ head salute me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Sippin’ out my cup (wassup)
Got a lot a bucks (wassup)
Shop at lenox mall, that’s like a 150 plus (wassup)
Duffel bag stuffed, nigga don’t fuck with us (wassup)
Choppers on deck, a.k.a. toys’r us (wassup)
Soulja boy swaggin’ (wassup)
Pretty boy gangsta (wassup)
Pull up to the club, ak Glock for the wankstas (wassup)
Niggas talkin’ down (wassup)
Word around town (wassup)
Snitchin’ on my crew will getcho ass shot down (wassup)
Boy I got the juice, money out the roof (wassup)
When my nigga Kwony Cash posted in the booth (wassup)
Westside, Salute (wassup)
Eastside, Respect (wassup)
Southside, Reside (wassup)
Northside, I got them checks (wassup)
Niggas know my name, I ain’t playin’ no games (wassup)
My yellow diamond Britling put yo whole life to shame (wassup)
My chain cost a mansion, my watch cost a phantom (wassup)
See me in the club still pretty boy dancin’, juice

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[Hook]

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