Soulja Boy
Soulja Boy - Wit My Yums On songtekst
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[Intro] Soulja boy tellem, SOD money gang, SOD money mafia, Sod..its the label (yup) [Chorus] Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on) Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on) Man, imma tell yall how it is Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) [Verse 1] Step up on the scene now you no who it be Fresh yums wit da hat cant get like me Im yellin I got my swag back Pull up to the club seen clean in a cadilac Yums wit da gucci grip Your girl had a heart attack, when she my smile, you old like an artifact All I can say is wow, yums hat, yums bag, yums lugage, pants, sack souljaboy da money man, Your girls number 1 fan [Chorus] Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on) Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on) Man, imma tell yall how it is Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) [Verse 2] My closet it amazing, its full of fruity colors, fruity flavors, it look crazy Im so busy, you so lazy Im so clean, you so lame Yellow yums chain, got money on deck I got yums so fresh man, soulja boy tellem, Yeah tellem like yu tld me to, I take a band and blow it man its jus the grand, thats how we do Yums is my choose of shoes and these how you supposed to rock a candy pant wit a candy hat Im so fresh I cabt stop [Chorus] Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100,000 checks Wit my yums on(yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on) Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on) Man, imma tell yall how it is Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) [Verse 3] Cupcake, candy, apple, lemonade fresh money Step up on da stage, make all the girls lose there breath, im fresher den the next money Keepin this hat tilt (tilt)and this chain on my chest man I wear nuttin less den a grand (grand) man (man) a whole duffle bag full of rubberbands Damn (damn) soulja boy da man Now yall understand yall cant touch me busta, you need to catch up cuz you still in da musta [Chorus] Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on) Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on) Man, imma tell yall how it is Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on [x6]