ft sean kingston soulja boy - money (ft. sean kingston) - soulja boy lyrics
soulja, soulja, money got
soulja, ohh, mmoney got,
ohh money got, ohh money got, money got
got this gold, we ballin..with the lane
so pull up we ballin, we pull up in porsches
i got lambos, i got lambos and fenums,
got maybachs and rolex, we pull up we stuntin,
no time and money, know that we stuntin,
for my chain, my chain, got
now with that benz, move the chain,
we pull up in porsches, maybachs and..
..and rolex, till we get money
as i pull up on stuntin till we get money, money
money game yeah we flexin, pull up on slow moe,
you know i can polo, lady b, you know is my team team
get money so deep, turn up, yeah
movie scene, yeah..shaoline,
got g-ss in that lane, i got lambos and benz,
i got ..maseratti, pull off the pain,
got you smoke the pain on purple, got me sippin on drink,
i say f-ck all we stuntin, lovin the porsches,
..and bastin the rolex,
money we powing powing,
no time is money money,
..
for my team, my team, sound with the lean,
got line with that beam, with that beam,
should moving scene,
you know that we stuntin, stuntin,
time is money, money, ain’t we ..
we all get money, money,.
time is money, sod, much now, big team,
bout the green, bout the dough,
n-gg-s talk chess killing with the flow,
on the top, on the top, i ain’t got a call man i’m on the..
i ain’t on the club man on the spot,
your n-gg-s talking but i’m getting guap,
but i’m really..f-ck jamaica, that’s yur girl but i’m ..
serve a shot just like a waiter,
house kay with an elevator,
balin out, ballin out, b-tch you know that i represent the south
got a lot of money, got a lot of dough,
n-gg- talk chess, so i’m killing with the flow,
hey it’s a freestyle, money going up, yes go now,
n-gg-s talk chess so is going down,
got the chooper out, yes it’s going down,
got the sod, time is money, and we getting all this money,
and we getting all this hundreds,
man try to show we get money
man ain’t nothing to achieve now free stp this sh-t for free
got a chopper and my n-gg- split ..
load it up yeah we’re getting tipsy
how we’re getting this money, how we’re getting this dough?
we pull up them whips say what? we’re taking thier hoes.
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