Soulja Boy - Whippin' My Wrist lyrics

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Soulja Boy - Whippin' My Wrist lyrics

You gotta chase your teams man I'm above the clouds on a private jet I got all this designer on me [?] Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Got all these bricks, get it I'm stackin', I'm packin' Lil Soulja's too rich Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist To get all these bricks, stack it and flip Lil Soulja too rich I'm makin' it rain, yeah I changed the weather I break it down, put it right back together Got Louie, Gucci, it's all on my sweater My n***as winnin' we don't see no contenders My n***as go hard, my n***as stack millis I'm swervin', ridin' and I'm drivin' in Bentleys I'm over in Illi, I'm rockin' it silly I'm rockin' Fendi and she lookin' like "really?" Benjis on Benjis while swervin' in Bentleys We watchin' for the cops, n***as be snitchin' Got millis on millis, you n***as be silly We stack it, pack it, stack it up to the ceilin' I wrap it, package, then I ship it All of my n***as we get it All of my n***as we k** it Catch the case then [?] n***as get acquitted, got money cause we got no limits I'm trappin' and cappin', had to make it happen All of my n***as we swervin' in Phantoms My diamonds dancin' just like Tony Montana I take a trip from Brazil to Atlanta I come out the water, got bricks like the [?] They comin' in, n***a tell me your order My n***as get money, I swerve in a foreign And the coupes with the paint and the spoiler Valet park that Bugatti, I'm winnin' My n***as stackin', they got millis on millis I'm runnin' bands, I'm the man in my city I'm gettin' money, n***as hatin' like really I'm gettin' money, n***as ain't f**in' with me I'm gettin' mili, I got mili on mili I stack it, pack it up to the ceilin' I'm gettin' money, n***as know that I'm k**in' A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it My n***as stackin', ya my n***as they with it We stackin' money, we got milis on milis We swervin', ridin', and we drivin' in Bentleys My n***as talk and ya my n***as get it All of you n***as you gotta get it All of my n***as we got to get it Used to trap out the bank with 20 pounds of midgets 20 pounds of midget, that's what I'm trappin' No cappin' had to make my momma happy I got Louie, Gucci, now they look at me funny They say Soulja Boy you get all of this money Them n***as hated cause I'm hot as the sun Soulja strapped with the automatic gun f**in' the 100s, I don't do the ones Breakin' bricks down to cookies and crumbs Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Got all these bricks, get it I'm stackin', I'm packin' Lil Soulja's too rich Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist To get all these bricks, stack it and flip Lil Soulja too rich I'm the one that they see up Ice all over me, yup Hit the bank with some freeze up You might see me on your street, yup In the club and the VIP, yup What you talkin' bout n***a?

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