YGRN lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[HOOK: Soulja Boy]

Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (BOOM, BOOM)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks, Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks, Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (BOOM, BOOM)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks), (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (BOOM, BOOM)
Young Goon Rich n*gga
Young Goon Rich n*gga (Stacks X5)
Young Goon Rich n*gga (POW!)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]

I’m tatted up (Tatted up)
From head to toe (Head to toe)
Errbody know...Soulja own dough (BOOM, BOOM)
I roll more (Roll more)
I get it in (Get it in)
2010 (2010)
I’m going in (Going in)
I won’t stop (SWAG)
I got it locked (DRE)
Drop top flexing with my rims on top (Ya Dig)
Simpset records with my gang gone fall (Simpset)
Now we on fire, Man I swear we all hot (Going in)
Soulja Boy Tell'Em, I’m a CEO Veteran
Soulja Boy Lieutenant
All you n*ggas go salute it (SALUTE)
10-4 Army
All the girls on me
Shouts to Figz
Movie-camera shawty
Soulja Boy Tell’ Em
Hit em with tha Glock 40 (BREEEEP!)
P-9 40
S-K OH (BREEEEP!)
Tell em, I want the f*ckin fame and the story (YEEEAAAA)
I’m in the air
Come on me (YEEEAAAA)
(YEEEAA)
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[Verse 2: Lil B]

Young Goon Rich n*gga (SWAG, SWAG)
8 in this pocket um (WOO, SWAG)
8 in the safe mayne (SWAG, SWAG)
10 in the pocket (SWAG, UH)
Rich ass hell (SWAG, UH)
Yeah life swell (SWAG, UH)
Bags off tail (UH, SWAG)
Bags from Chanel (SWAG, UH)
b*tches in Chanel (SWAG, DAMN)
b*tch, look at her nails (SWAG, RICH)
b*tch, look at my watch (SWAG, DAMN)
b*tch, look at my face (UH, SWAG)
Damn I’m looking great (UH, *COUGHS* SWAG)
Damn I’m feeling great (UH, WOO)
Rich Young n*gga, Rich Young Goon (WOO, WOO, WOO, SWAG)

b*tch, meet me at the spot (UH)
11:30 (30)
I got Drank (Drank)
Money..Ya heard me (SWAG)

(YESS)
You playin’, what it do (Got it)
We doin what it do (Got it)
My n*gga, me and my Crew (You already know we rich in this b*tch, b*tch!)

We Strapped up, Mag’ed up (Uh, ya, ya, ya)
n*ggas hatin, Give a f*ck what they feelin’ (Uh you can’t f*ck with me)
30 on my di*k because I look like Bob Saget (We getting it, b*tch)
100 b*tches on me n*gga (100,000 bruh, you know what it is n*gga)
(Ya feel me)

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