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First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour Gold bricks, talkin' heavy licks Cold trains and long nights Gold bricks, I'm talkin' heavy licks Cols trains, long nights and long trips Thinkin' to myself, what a good day 50 k's and hundreds, what a good play You know what I'm thinkin' mane The juice II, the real juice too And if you's getting money then you uphold a deuce too Leanin' like a fool, a stupid fool I just bust a move, a stupid move Young Dre, what it do? What the fuck it do? Pull up Panamera, photo flexin' dawg They takin' photos of the gold necklace dawg 14 years old, what they here and ball? Now I'm 22 with 22 chains on Fall with me nigga In my hood we still kickin' peepin' Got no rubber bands and figures SongtexteEvery city we deliver First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour Gold bricks, talkin' heavy licks Cold trains and long nights Gold bricks, I'm talkin' heavy licks Cols trains, long nights and long trips Hop above the goddamn plane with the jetlag MCM luggage in my Louie bag Gucci on my shades, signin' hit a play I'm lookin' so fresh on my Versace shades Celine Fring's gold cost 3 racks I'm pullin' up in Paris, I know how I act Flexin' in my hood with my juice kick They knowin' what it is, I didn't growed up Ridin' through my city, bricks pulled up A young nigga at the gang could be throwed up I'm seein' course side with my partner nim We're smokin' on this kush and even lost a shrimp I pull everything, 8-1 to my feet I got some Jordans on and some gold teeth Juice II, I done took over the streets Any nigga talk then I swear to God that we can be First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour Gold bricks, talkin' heavy licks Cold trains and long nights Gold bricks, I'm talkin' heavy licks Cols trains, long nights and long trips It fuck two folk, happen some gold shit I walk inside pinged off and I need some more shit Walk up in the ranch, all strokin' more kicks Soulja Boy I flex, with more shit You pussy niggas missed me with that ho shit This Juice II might fall off in your revedince Voting for Obama for the president Gold on deck like every lepress bitch Pull up to the hood, know I'm kicking shit Big ass pistol sitting on my dick Nigga tryna what? She gon get shut up But the fuck's up, Soulja Boy that bust up My young nigga knew this shit, what happened though? Made a million dollars out of reppin' dough Another million dollars off with trappin' ho And every there we're ready for the ashin' ho It can't get no realer on this battlefield Every day I wake up this the life I live Juice deuce, Juice Dos I'm riding through my hood one hundred spokes I'm flexin' do whatever, out one cuz on me SOD balls on the fuckin COG Deep of fin these streets, then DJ what I do? A hundred k, a hundred stored up the roof First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour First off, money and the power It's a good day, gold bricks by the hour Gold bricks, talkin' heavy licks Cold trains and long nights Gold bricks, I'm talkin' heavy licks Cols trains, long nights and long trips Aus Songtexte Mania