"So Much Money" lyrics
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Lyrics
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, ayy, Draco
Niggas, they talking 'bout money but we got a lot
I'm talking my money, I'm running my guap
I set in the trap and I open a shop
Blue up like C4, I stir in the pot
Play with the gang and you niggas get popped
I count on my niggas, I cannot go stop
Blue up on niggas like Pac, we pop
Want a show, hundred and fifty, I'll toss
Makin' it drop, I'm at the top of the block
[?] for that bitch, I won't lie
[?] a fifty then aim for the [?]
Do me a favor and shut the fuck up
I'm in the club and I ran all my money up
Go to Miami and chill on the dock
Brand new Glock, nineteen with the dot
Go to Miami, I'm chillin' on yachts
I got the double cup, sippin' on Wock'
I'm in the trap and I'm gripping my Glock
First nigga play in this bitch gettin' popped
I press a button, I'm droppin' the top
Fah, fah, fah, fah
I'm in the trap servin' customs
First nigga play in this bitch, then I'm bustin' it
I got them choppas, they came from Russia
[?], ain't Robitussin
Fucked your bitch, nigga, ain't nothin'
I loaded my stick, I'm duckin' 12
I'm off the [?]
Hit with that second, you know that he fumble
Cookies, I'm smokin' cookies, they crumble
I'm in the trap and you know I need extras
Fuck nigga play with the gang, I'ma stretch him
Glock nineteen, nigga, I'm ready to bust it
Shoot with that Glock, I'm in the trap
I'm on the block
Sellin' four hundred, I serve all the lot
Sellin' four hundred, I serve as you wanna
You pull up, you know that I got
Ran up a whole lotta money, I'm sellin' four blocks
Ain't doin' no cappin', ready for action
Why the boy [?] with the twirl, let's get it, I'm crackin'
Cop a foreign, a Maserati, it yellow like Texas
All these young niggas, they fresh out the trenches
They duckin' the smoke, but I'm ready for action' (They duckin')
I'm ready to shoot that
Let's do it, let's do that
Stop playin'
Gang, let's do it
So much money, can't even count it
So much racks, nigga need a money counter
So many packs and the trust around it
[?] my friend, dope shippin' [?]
So many racks, I can't even count it
[?] got a pack
Nigga comin' in, count my hundred thousand
So much money, nigga, can't count it (I got racks)
Yeah, ayy, Draco
Niggas, they talking 'bout money but we got a lot
I'm talking my money, I'm running my guap
I set in the trap and I open a shop
Blue up like C4, I stir in the pot
Play with the gang and you niggas get popped
I count on my niggas, I cannot go stop
Blue up on niggas like Pac, we pop
Want a show, hundred and fifty, I'll toss
Makin' it drop, I'm at the top of the block
[?] for that bitch, I won't lie
[?] a fifty then aim for the [?]
Do me a favor and shut the fuck up
I'm in the club and I ran all my money up
Go to Miami and chill on the dock
Brand new Glock, nineteen with the dot
Go to Miami, I'm chillin' on yachts
I got the double cup, sippin' on Wock'
I'm in the trap and I'm gripping my Glock
First nigga play in this bitch gettin' popped
I press a button, I'm droppin' the top
Fah, fah, fah, fah
I'm in the trap servin' customs
First nigga play in this bitch, then I'm bustin' it
I got them choppas, they came from Russia
[?], ain't Robitussin
Fucked your bitch, nigga, ain't nothin'
I loaded my stick, I'm duckin' 12
I'm off the [?]
Hit with that second, you know that he fumble
Cookies, I'm smokin' cookies, they crumble
I'm in the trap and you know I need extras
Fuck nigga play with the gang, I'ma stretch him
Glock nineteen, nigga, I'm ready to bust it
Shoot with that Glock, I'm in the trap
I'm on the block
Sellin' four hundred, I serve all the lot
Sellin' four hundred, I serve as you wanna
You pull up, you know that I got
Ran up a whole lotta money, I'm sellin' four blocks
Ain't doin' no cappin', ready for action
Why the boy [?] with the twirl, let's get it, I'm crackin'
Cop a foreign, a Maserati, it yellow like Texas
All these young niggas, they fresh out the trenches
They duckin' the smoke, but I'm ready for action' (They duckin')
I'm ready to shoot that
Let's do it, let's do that
Stop playin'
Gang, let's do it
So much money, can't even count it
So much racks, nigga need a money counter
So many packs and the trust around it
[?] my friend, dope shippin' [?]
So many racks, I can't even count it
[?] got a pack
Nigga comin' in, count my hundred thousand
So much money, nigga, can't count it (I got racks)
