Sack

SOULJA BOY · M & M: Money & Music 2015 · Track 09 of 10

I was 11 years old, I was running with the pack 12 years old, I saw them niggas couldn't crack I'm looking at the plate, thinking what the fuck is that I kept hitting up on the corner and I bring me back a sack Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack I kept hitting up on the block and I bring me back a sack Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack I got caught up on the corner, bring me back a sack

Bring me a sack, bring me back a vote I just bought a Tesla, what the fuck you thought I do this for real, I trap everyday I got money in the west and in fucking east I'm in beast mode, west to east coast Chopper hit ya then [?] get ready though You don't want no beef with Soulja, that I know I hit ya up for your place into the fucking floor

Nigga what you want Tell me what you want Longest out the Fetti store, I'm buying what I want [?] took over Me and Miami man yeah we some boss Pull up and I'm spraying Choppa, I ain't playin Me, Killa Jay and all my niggas spraying Shout out to my niggas, shout out to my niggas In the kitchen getting feelings Stacking up them millions Stack a million up and I just [?] Hop up out the whip and they looking, I'm with it, I'm with it Everybody think lil Soulja Boy [?] gotta get it You looking [?] when I'm gonna get it I'm a get, get, get, get, get it

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