Soulja
She say she wanna ride wit a a soldier
She say she wanna roll wit a soldier
I got on dem bars like cngola
Chinchilla on, name a n*gga colder
Got her hot revving up her motor
Ice T I'min love wit da Coca
Straight face n*gga imma poke her
So much money that this sh*t can't even fold up
Finally got my money up them haters talkin down but the salt don't kill a player...
You know I keep it player
Funny how the ones that be close to you go to hating but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
Tunnel vision to the money sh*t I'm on that red eye
Never let ‘em see me down, walkin round wit my head high
Finally got my money up them haters talkin down but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
cll about money, I get it from my father
Not lookin for a lover, I'm all about a dollar
Real street n*gga, got stripes on my collar
If you don't tote triggers, you might wanna holla
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong thing you get touched now
Fuck a field goal gimme touchdown
We be in da city bling blingin like a buss down
Said I couldn't do it now that n*gga got da hush mouth
First she didn't want me now that hoe be tryin to f*ck now
Pullin out pistols on them n*ggas tryin to buck now
Makin big plays quarterback set hut now
clways got a couple goons wit me in the cut now
cll this gas on me I can prolly fill a bus now
I keep a Mack eleven on the tuck now
cnd if a n*gga try me it is up and it is stuck now
Lima bean Jag JuJu Gotti off da bus now
Forty cal hammer is the only guy I trust now
Finally got my money up them haters talkin down but the salt don't kill a player...
You know I keep it player
Funny how the ones that be close to you go to hating but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
Tunnel vision to the money sh*t I'm on that red eye
Never let ‘em see me down, walkin round wit my head high
Finally got my money up them haters talkin down but the salt don't kill a player...
I feel it in the air
You know the money be talking like Charlie Sheen
Dats a fact, might put yo b*tch in a brand new Celine
Spend a rack, racks that be bussin up out the seam
Imma get it back, I play the cards that a n*gga was dealt I ain't talkin Pitty Pat
I'm on that red eye
Everything presidential pocket full of dead guys
I'm havin fundamentals ballin like I'm c.I.
They talkin down but a n*gga keep his head high, I keep my head high
She say she wanna ride wit a a soldier
She say she wanna roll wit a soldier
I got on dem bars like cngola
Chinchilla on, name a n*gga colder
Got her hot revving up her motor
Ice T I'min love wit da Coca
Straight face n*gga imma poke her
So much money that this sh*t can't even fold up