Soulja Boy
Soulja Boy - No Pad No Pen lyrics
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[Intro:] Soulja Boy on the beat Givenchy this, Versace that I’mma tell you some real shit boy Gucci this and Polo that Louie this, got racks and racks Stacks on stacks, got tats and tats King the movie, King Soulja the mixtape King Soulja in this bitch No pad, no pen Soulja Boy on the beat I’ve been getting money (money) [Verse:] Diamonds on my neck, chain yea it glisten (let’s go) Bitch niggas be hatin and all these niggas trippin (fuck em) Flexin through the club and you know I got my pistol And that Rolex on my wrist and that shit is presidential And that shit is so official and the stacks on deck Money Gang Takin over shit (damn), bitch boy I’ll bust yo brain Young Soulja Boy, claimin Rich Gang Swerve off in that Ferrari, or Rover runnin (that foreign) Bitch boy, I get pounds, I get qp’s (damn) I get bricks, I got blocks, nigga oowee (turn up) Hit the town, spray the hood, nigga who is he? (hah?) Want beef with me – get his ass rip (what?) Young Dre keep all this fuckin gun smoke (Soulja) Young Soulja keep all these fuckin fresh clothes Young Dre, got a whole lot of bad hoes (Dre) I’ve been smoking kush, weed comin by the O’s Pack touchdown, runnin through that quick (that right) Everybody know that I’m Hood Rich (swing that) Flex 10 chains, cost me 8 bricks (bands) I done sold everything from neck to this Soulja, Young Dre, bitch, straight out the trap Brick Side, Zone 1, with that pistol in my lap I’ve been getting money and I’ve been seeing cash All this money in my pocket, I’m bout to make you splash Jordans on my feet, I’m clean as I can be (Soulja) Smoking on that kush and I think it’s og (damn) Rest in peace to all my niggas dead and gone Sippin on this lean, kush is my cologne I be going ham, I be going fair Pull up in that lane (damn), candy paint red (Soulja) Young Dre gotta fay, juice with the weight Coming through the hood and they know a nigga paid (20-13) Paid in full, just look at my jewels (A-Town) Pinky ring, ice chain, bullets & bands See over sod, flexin through that zone I’m from pte to zone 3, they fuck with me Kickin shit the long way, double packin sacks, racks on racks Blow the strong way (juice up) Young Dre, I fuck with sod the long way (swing that) We be getting cash all night and all damn day (gwap)