
Headed to a Check Soulja Boy
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[Intro]
I whip a maserati
Soulja, king soulja the mixtape, king soulja the movie
[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check, bandz
Always gotta count that money when I flex, damn
Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check, ok
Counting up the sack, flexin with the check, the check
I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check
I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check
I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check
On the way to a check, hey
[Verse 1]
Rich gang soulja bandz in my pocket, pocket
9 millimeter nigga I’m shooting little rockets
Pull up to the car show, I’m springing I got spring
Little dre gonn ball in that song everything
Walk up in the gatti, whip a maserati
Porsche game clean, but my whip game sloppy
Money game retarded, bitch don’t get me started
Sat on the challenger, I swear I bought from college
Soulja boy I ball, riding down that highway
Got the drop top maybach, sitting in the driveway
Hit the secret Sundays, balling till there’s Monday
Flexin so hard, soulja boy be guappin, yo, guap
Pull up to the truck, bitch I got blocks
Bitch I got knots, Gucci on my socks
Louie on my box, sod rich gang, we took over boy
I whip a maserati
Soulja, king soulja the mixtape, king soulja the movie
[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check, bandz
Always gotta count that money when I flex, damn
Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check, ok
Counting up the sack, flexin with the check, the check
I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check
I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check
I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check
On the way to a check, hey
[Verse 1]
Rich gang soulja bandz in my pocket, pocket
9 millimeter nigga I’m shooting little rockets
Pull up to the car show, I’m springing I got spring
Little dre gonn ball in that song everything
Walk up in the gatti, whip a maserati
Porsche game clean, but my whip game sloppy
Money game retarded, bitch don’t get me started
Sat on the challenger, I swear I bought from college
Soulja boy I ball, riding down that highway
Got the drop top maybach, sitting in the driveway
Hit the secret Sundays, balling till there’s Monday
Flexin so hard, soulja boy be guappin, yo, guap
Pull up to the truck, bitch I got blocks
Bitch I got knots, Gucci on my socks
Louie on my box, sod rich gang, we took over boy
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