Rich Nigga Shit - Soulja Boy

I’m back in this bitch, whipping my wrist

Young nigga rich, I fly with a fish

You know I’m legit

These niggas talking like they getting to the bricks

Niggas ain’t shit, you broke as a bitch

Nigga you know I hit licks

Soulja Boy Tell Em' came up from them bricks

25 M’s I’m on the Forbes list

400 million lil' nigga I did it

Talk to the motherfucking plug

Soulja he keeping the drugs

I go get the money i’m gone

Skrrt to your trap and I buy what I want

Pull up and say what I want

Young nigga pull up with bricks and a phone

Scrape out the powder the bowl

Trapping so hard nigga won’t tell a soul

A young nigga traveled the globe

Smoking on pound pouring O

Nigga just look at my clothes

All of my VVS diamonds on froze

Look at your bitch now she gone

Look at your bitch I’m a king on her throne (Ooh)

Look at your bitch how she chose, I just dumped all on her no

SOD gang i’m cold, after this bitch man we trap after show

Bricks they under the floor

Fuck with lil' Soulja that choppa gon' blow

I just been pourin the Act

Slide through the show and i’m gripping the Mac (aye)

All of my shooters they pack (yuh)

All of my shooters stay strapped

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Talk to the plug they don’t know where I’m from

Diamonds a mountain of Babylon

Look at my like Megatron

Look at my wrists like honeycomb

Bitches they talking but ain’t got no money

I pull to the trap, and ain’t shit funny

Lil' Soulja chasing more money like sunny

You run up on me I hit you in your stomach

Know that my niggas they keep it 100

Came out the trap wrap you up like a mummy

All of my niggas be geekin' like zombies

Pull the chopper, he ain’t taking nothing from me

SOD gang, yeah I got my own shoes

Post to your block and I sit on 22s

Soulja Boy Tell Em' man we put it to the crew

Call up my shooter you know they gon' shoot (Aye)

I fuck that bitch in the lam (Aye)

I hop ???

Nigga know I got them bands (Hey)

Serve a nigga 100 Xanz (Aye)

I’m in the kitchen with my wrist though (wrist though)

Nigga ball cause i’m getting there (getting there)

Nigga mad cause i’m stacking (stacking)

On you niggas I be shitting

(Hey, ayy, hey, hey, hey) I just took that nigga bitch (Damn)

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) I just VV’d my wrist (My wrist)

Rodney Harrison bustdown

Hitting your block in the squad like touchdown

You talking nigga what now

Pull on the block with the chopper i’m shooting right now

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(Hey Hey Hey)

Soulja, you know how we rocking

Stacks On Deck Money Gang SODMG man (Yeah) (Aye Aye Aye)

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It’s your boy Soulja i’m in the building

Hop out the 'Rari, then skrrt

All these girls on me right now

I’m gonna go hand her the Perc'

Give that young bitch a new perm (Ayy)

Hop out the motherfucking vert (Ayy)

Young nigga know I’m berserk (Ayy)

Put your face on a shirt (Ayy)

I’m rolling a pound of the purp' (Ayy)

Backwoods and I’m straight

Fuck that bitch 'til she squirt

Nigga try me he get murked (Ayy, ayy)

Soulja

S-Beezy let’s get it