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[Intro] There go Soulja, stacks on deck There go Soulja, stacks on deck Stacks on deck West side! Hey, hey! [Chorus] When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya In that foreign whip, there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! [Verse 1] Yeah, there go Soulja, I'm getting money Ha ha ha, ain't a damn thing funny I'm in the truck, got that bitch down on me A nigga try me, then you know that I blow it Kill him, kill him! And that pistol's what I'm told aye I'm in that rolly and I'm rolling I got that Bentley and I roll it We did a show and I'm on it! SongtexteI'm getting high, that's a party The Cush got me high to the next morning Hey! I'm turnt up to the maximum I drop my album in that shit, where the platinums? [Chorus] When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya In that foreign whip, there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! [Verse 2] I picked up a bad bitch, in my Rolly I'm running on the block and I'm frozen I got that coat like it's October Niggas hating on the clique, but you know us And ain't nothing to a soulija I got this money in my pocket and I blow up No husband on me since I blowed up And I'm sipping on this lean until I throw up Was happening on the cap? Big cash, stacks on deck, bitch we trappin Bow-bow! Right now, man I'm poppin I caught my broksy up and he gonna bring the chopper! [Chorus] When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya In that foreign whip, there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! [Verse 3] I can't lie, spent a lot on my Bentley Two hundred fifty, come here with me I'm flexing through the city Got some true religion, Louis, Louis, Louis! I'm fucking with this Louis shit! I model up in Ninas with these special kicks Niggas hating on my campaign I'm getting money bitch you see me in a fast line I'm gone Man, you're hating, it ain't a doubt mane I throw some money on my damn chain I put some money on my down ring I get so much money, like I'm selling cocaine! [Chorus] When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya In that foreign whip, there go Soulja, There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja! Aus Songtexte Mania