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soulja boy tell 'em - run the money up lyrics

[intro]
yeah young n-gga sh-t
you know what’s going on
soulja
came in the game and f-cked it up
soulja
rich n-gga sh-t
you know what the f-ck going on
loyalty over everything
s.o.d sh-t
young soulja
turn the f-ck up

[hook]
my money my money my money up
my money my money my money up
my money my money my money up
my money my money my money up
my money my money my money up
imma pull up in the porsche truck
imma pull up in the bentley truck
my money my money my money up
you know that i had to run the money the money the money up
my money my money my money up
my money my money my money up
you know i had to run the money up
the money the money the money up
you know i had to run the money up
you know i had to run the money up

[verse 1]
all of my n-ggas they stacking and packing
we come to yo hood drako automatic
two to three bullets we shoot let them have it
i’m drippin the [?] domo automatic
n-gga they talking we savages
we wrapping the b-tch then we package it
we make sure the grams is accurate
the chopper make them so a backflip
i put the weight on the balance beam
wrap that sh-t up in plastic
playing with the belly beam like gymnastics
[?] dressed the latest fashion
hop out the rari you know that i’m flashing
louis vuitton on my gl-sses
gucci came and i sh-t on they ashes
the money coming then i’m flashing
standing by the new rari
hop out the lambo i never say sorry
my n-ggas they shoot up the party
n-gga never saying sorry
a hundred million and they send it wells fargo
i may ride a rave order the lotto
order murcielago
i got shooters and they done the chicago

[verse 2]
hundred thousand in went down and i faced it
fifty thousand i spend that on the bracelet
hop out the rari hopping out the sp-ceship
look at the money n-gga in the cases
look at the roli i’m sent on vacation
get to the money f-cking with the haitians
stacked up the money i had to have patience
n-gga talking man they just gotta face it
put me in the trap you know i do numbers
miss louis vuitton with the pharaoh gummo
n-ggas smashing and splashing yo baby momma
hit her from the back n-gga animal jungle
you know that i ran up them bands
a young n-gga missing those xans
xan with that lean don’t keep stand
you f-ck with me i’ll murk yo man
pockets rocky in my pants
i can’t fit all of these bands
f-cking on all of these b-tches
they know a young n-gga the man
pull up am in the new foreign
please free all of my mans
let my n-gga out the cell
i’m bout to spend a hundred bands

- soulja boy tell em lyrics

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