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Uh, Soulja I whip a Maserati Soulja King Soulja the mixtape, King Soulja the movie Gwap ah Wake up in the morning and I'm headed to a check (bands) Always gotta count that money when I flex (damn) Wake up in the morning and I'm headed to a check (okay) Countin up them sacks (sacks), flexin with the check (the check) I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check I'm headed to a check check, on my way to a check I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check I'm headed to a check on my way to a check hey Rich Gang, Soulja Boy Bands in my pocket pocket, 9 mm Bitch I'm shootin lil rockets Pull up to the car show, I'm springin, I got springers Lil Dreg on ball and that's on everything (who that? Who that?) Woke up in a Gati, whip a Maserati Porsche game clean Dre, but my whip gonna slap me Money Gang retarded, bitch don't get me started If I T on the Challenge I swear I'm gon call it SongtexteSoulja I ball, ridin down that highway Got the drop top Maybach sittin in the driveway Hit the secret Sundays, ballin to the Monday Flexin so hard, Soulja Boy be gwapin Yea gwap gwap, pull up to the trap trap Bitch I got blocks blocks Bitch I got knocks uh Gucci on my socks, Louie on my boxers SOD, Rich Gang, we took over boy I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check I'm headed to a check check, on my way to a check I'm headed to a check, I'm headed to a check I'm headed to a check on my way to a check hey Gwap Gwap SOD King King They takin pictures, putting that shit on Instagram 500 racks that's Amsterdam Swervin in that foreign Porsche, all through highly worried Hopping out that in and out, I'm smoking on this kush (Soulja) Call Soulja Beezy B or call me Rich Gang Soulja Boy Soulja Boy, bricks on bricks on bricks, that's what I Soulja Boy Ridin through the hood, everything all good 2-15's in my trunk, sounding like Jurassic Park Ridin through my city and I'm cut through hittin scar SOD get money, I will tear your life apart I flex, Cuban links on neck, boy done jet Hop up off the private plane, I'm smoking on that Mary Jane, 3-16 like hurricane Soulja Boy spit fire flame (you ain't lying) Inside that drop top Porsche I am, I do, (I'm just doing my thing boy) Check, I'm headed to a check (gwap) Headed to a check, money headed to a check On the way to a check, headed to a check (bands) Headed to a check (sacks) Headed to a check (bags) yea Aus Songtexte Mania