From Chiraq lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
If you ain't getting no money, what the f*ck you doing n*gga?
I be getting to this money b*tch and know I keep my pistol
Call my n*ggas up boy and you know they got the pack
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Got a couple killers n*gga, that money is all in my belt n*gga
Ferrugumo on me, you n*ggas ain't getting no help n*gga
I need no remorse, pull up in block and I pull in a Porsche
These n*ggas get wet, shout out my squad and shout out my set
Got a couple killers shoot you all in your neck, just for the check
I be all on the jet, look at my neck
A young n*gga flex
Came from the bottom with the goblins little pus*y ass n*gga
I went through the rain, 100 million man I run up my check up little n*gga

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
If you ain't getting no money, what the f*ck you doing n*gga?
I be getting to this money b*tch and know I keep my pistol
Call my n*ggas up boy and you know they got the pack
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
[Verse 2: Reesemoneybagz]
They hate cause I swag
b*tch why is you mad, I'm making that cash
I'm doing the dash, out the window blow the ass
I'm running the mingle my math, I'm all in them sacks
Can't take off my racks, got money I flex
Pull up in the Jag, put the money in the bag
Hit them up, hop in them tags
Then load up the mag, see you looking sad
You dead in the bag
Your family mad, got your ass with the mag
Hop in my eyed eagle fast
Gimme that sh*t, b*tch gimme that sh*t
I'm bout to hit me a lick, to feel me a brick
Pourin' the lean out the kit, Actavis pour up a 6
My n*ggas collectively rich
They hop on my di*k, I split 30k on my sh*t
My b*tches legit, I f*ck em but we do not kiss
My n*ggas collectively rich, but I do not care about a b*tch
Got lean in the whip, big as a red beam in my hip
I skate with the pole, I don't swift
That's how you get rich, I'm f*cking these hoes on the trip

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
If you ain't getting no money, what the f*ck you doing n*gga?
I be getting to this money b*tch and know I keep my pistol
Call my n*ggas up boy and you know they got the pack
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
[Verse 3: Daedot]
My guns they go bang, leave your ass dead in the rain
Treat your ass up when we hang
SOD that be the gang
f*ck with us, delete your name
I'm with the gang [?]
But no I don't like that sh*t cray
n*gga we'll take off your brain
Diamonds all over my chain
[?]
Hallow tip rip up your brain
Every track we go insane
Rather go hard in the paint
Tryna get rich, f*ck the fame
The white girl like Loul Deng
Put my momma in the rain
You ain't get money you lame
I take off like a plane
[?]
Killing sh*t like hurricanes
So nah n*gga I can't complain, Only rich n*ggas relate
I ain’t have sh*t but the fame
[?]
I feel like loco, pull up on yo block they go loco
30 gonna knock off your polo
You only live once, that's the motto
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
If you ain't getting no money, what the f*ck you doing n*gga?
I be getting to this money b*tch and know I keep my pistol
Call my n*ggas up boy and you know they got the pack
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
From Chiraq, posted From Chiraq
Got a couple killers with me and they posted from Chiraq
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