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get that money - soulja boy lyrics

#intro
yo, yeah huh, ain’t know what’s going on
yeah, you know what’s going on (yeah)
stay some day, money gang

[chorus]
trego crazy, trego stupid, trego f*cking dumb yea
get to that money, stacking on racks, n*gga, i’ma slump (slump)
bad b*tch, shake her ass, drunk, yo, she tryna go dumb (dumb)
all i do is get that f*cking money, n*gga, you know where i’m from (from)
get that f*cking money yea (f*cking money)
i just took the jet out of the state, came out the country (yo)
for the weekend, n*gga, i made a whole hundred (yeah)
got her healthy, told her, go and get the bundle (yeah)

[verse]
b*tchies did somеthing, i got to block hot like the summer
block had you paintng picturеs, boy you n*ggas ain’t know me
sod, money gang, yo, they know how i’m coming yea
go get the glock, n*gga (mm), we going up hundred
put me in the trail, p*ssy n*gga, you know what i’m doing
know my chain and my reign and my watch, it cost a whole hundred
p*ssy n*ggas kept it on that neck, these n*ggas ain’t knowing
rose gold, two*tone white, green slime paint, it look like bubbles

[verse]
push up on that block, put that glock in, make that chopper stutter
come inside my trap, i got pounds, it ain’t even nothing (yo)
you come inside me b*tch, yeah, we got them switches (got them switches)
fresh up out the trenches (trenches), go
fresh up out the trenches, yo, we know how to spend they block
b*tch, i push up in the building, yeah, 250 thousand
for that brand new thin’, done that trap, my money piling
trapper of the century (trap)
[chorus]
trego crazy, trego stupid, trego f*cking dumb yea
get to that money, stacking on racks, n*gga, i’ma slump (slump)
bad b*tch, shake her ass, drunk, yo, she tryna go dumb (dumb)
all i do is get that f*cking money, n*gga, you know where i’m from (from)
get that f*cking money (yo), huh
i just took the p.j. out the f*cking country (country), huh
laughing to the bank, made me sh*t so funny

[verse]
2024 ferrari troll, she in the f*cking onions
went on outside (jumping prr) the glock on my, i’ll be duckin’, i ain’t ducking smoke
p*ssy n*gga, i ain’t duckin’ nothing
boy, i’m tryna shoot my glock (boom), shoot this sh*t in f*cking public
right, they ain’t gang, r.i.p., make that chopper stutter (stutter)
s.i.t. swerve through my drought, i just count a hundered

#bridge
cappin’ like you rich, but you broke (but you broke)
boy, i got a chopper with a scope (with a scope), brrr
you n*gga p*ssy f*ck, you n*ggas home (p*ssy f*ck yea)
you cap and you lie, that’s how that go (yo)

[outro]
i pull up to the club, in a motherf*ckin’ ghost (yo)
i got all these wheels, but the lambo, i drive the most (yo)
i got a new up, huh let’s just take a toast
spray a big block (brrr), turn them to a ghost
look at 2024, i ain’t spend a nutty trove (huh)
house full of gumbo, ok hundred k’ a show (yo)
everybody know big trego ceo (yo)
i just took the jet, i just flexing through the most

- soulja boy lyrics

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