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Throwin Money - Soulja Boy
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Throwin Money Soulja Boy

Throwin Money - Soulja Boy
[Intro]
Better check your resources
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Bitches see me in the club like it's all you
Call her friend, tell her bop through
Me and my niggas, yeah, we gon' bop too
Turnt up, hit the mall too
They see my new chain like, "What the fuck?"
Type of shit, but we ain't heard of you ducks
Starvin', my niggas ain't even ate
I wake up in the mornin' gettin' crazy cake
Flexin', we ain't even hit the gym yet
Nigga ain't even seen a M yet
Yеah, just a couple niggas from the alley
Down South, gold grill, fuckin' off of Cali
Got too many bad bitchеs, I ain't keep a tally
Yo' bitch couple million, crib in the valley
In the club throwin' money like I'm 'posed to do
You can't see it, SOD, nigga, over you
Yeah, I hit the hood, turn my block up
Disrespect Car Crib Club, get shot up
All eyes on me since my knot up
Niggas workin' in the street wit' the product
And e'rybody know a nigga live a crazy life
Real shit, get it to you for a crazy price
Pulled up to the club, the Mercedes white
Somebody bitch gettin' slayed tonight
All cameras on me when I'm walkin' in
Gucci on my belt buckle in my cardigan
Yeah, I'm the man in my town
Welcome to my city, we smoke purp by the pound
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