I Can’t See Em Soulja Boy
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Foreign... Foreign 2 – The Movie
Foreign 2 – The Movie
Soulja... Soulja... wutchu want?
Soulja stunt, I stunt, the money in my pocket
I got cash, got racks, got bands in my pocket
I'm that man, that man, you know you can't stop it
I'm that man, that man, you know I can't stop it
I can't see em, no! I can't see em to them haters
I can't see em, no! Money in the way so no, I cannot see em
You know I can't see em
I cannot see em
Money in the way... I'm gone
Versace on me, I pulled up like a big dog
A gold Rolex on my wrist, I'm tatted up like a rockstar
Money in my pocket, I blast off like a missile (I blast off)
SOD Gang, we get money, get your issue
Stand on racks, got racks on racks
It's stacks on stacks and bags I'm raising Maybach (the bat)
I pull up to the club, they say that Soulja love to flex
I keep a couple bricks up on me cause I love finesse
Soulja Boy got money and I'm running up my check
Yea, yea no, I can't see you
Cause you like yea, tell who haters that the money in the way
Man look at them haters, look they face (look at they face)
They hunned though, they say that L is bog on skate
Foreign 2 – The Movie
Soulja... Soulja... wutchu want?
Soulja stunt, I stunt, the money in my pocket
I got cash, got racks, got bands in my pocket
I'm that man, that man, you know you can't stop it
I'm that man, that man, you know I can't stop it
I can't see em, no! I can't see em to them haters
I can't see em, no! Money in the way so no, I cannot see em
You know I can't see em
I cannot see em
Money in the way... I'm gone
Versace on me, I pulled up like a big dog
A gold Rolex on my wrist, I'm tatted up like a rockstar
Money in my pocket, I blast off like a missile (I blast off)
SOD Gang, we get money, get your issue
Stand on racks, got racks on racks
It's stacks on stacks and bags I'm raising Maybach (the bat)
I pull up to the club, they say that Soulja love to flex
I keep a couple bricks up on me cause I love finesse
Soulja Boy got money and I'm running up my check
Yea, yea no, I can't see you
Cause you like yea, tell who haters that the money in the way
Man look at them haters, look they face (look at they face)
They hunned though, they say that L is bog on skate
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