Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Bitches love a Soulja
I been in the studio with mud
Beats from soda
Shit my pockets filled up
With different colors on me
30 make you feel some
Know keep it on me
They seen I was gettin rich
Thats when bitches noticed
I hate being famous but I love counting cash
Stack it like a sandwich and put it in a bag
Pull up with the same bitch
Huh
Thats my main bitch
Outside popping tags with the gang we on the same shit
Fuck it pour a mf liter
Spend time out with a eater
Walk round with my fye Shit this srt my demon
Strap leave a mf leaning
Stack to the mf ceiling
Bitch dont blow my high im pulling up in this 2 seater
Poppin rubber bands dont care how its coming in
I used to pop them cans but I cant even pop again
By myself again you'd think I aint got no friends
The car paint look like sand when I went and copped the Benz
She said this her favorite song
She coming on
My money long
Shit through the phone
Rock marcon
I put it on
You probably know
Bitches love a Soulja
I been in the studio with mud
Beats from soda
Shit my pockets filled up
With different colors on me
30 make you feel some
Know keep it on me
They seen I was gettin rich
Bitches love a Soulja
I been in the studio with mud
Beats from soda
Shit my pockets filled up
With different colors on me
30 make you feel some
Know keep it on me
They seen I was gettin rich
Thats when bitches noticed
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah