There Go Soulja Songtext

There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, there go Soulja, I'm getting money
Ha ha ha, ain't a damn thing funny
I'm in the truck, got that bitch down on me
A nigga try me, then you know that I blow it
Kill him, kill him!
And that pistol's what I'm told aye
I'm in that rolly and I'm rolling
I got that Bentley and I roll it
We did a show and I'm on it!
I'm getting high, that's a party
The Cush got me high to the next morning
Hey! I'm turnt up to the maximum
I drop my album in that shit, where the platinums?
[Chorus]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 2]
I picked up a bad bitch, in my Rolly
I'm running on the block and I'm frozen
I got that coat like it's October
Niggas hating on the clique, but you know us
And ain't nothing to a soulija
I got this money in my pocket and I blow up
No husband on me since I blowed up
And I'm sipping on this lean until I throw up
Was happening on the cap?
Big cash, stacks on deck, bitch we trappin
Bow-bow! Right now, man I'm poppin
I caught my broksy up and he gonna bring the chopper!

[Chorus]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 3]
I can't lie, spent a lot on my Bentley
Two hundred fifty, come here with me
I'm flexing through the city
Got some true religion, Louis, Louis, Louis!
I'm fucking with this Louis shit!
I model up in Ninas with these special kicks
Niggas hating on my campaign
I'm getting money bitch you see me in a fast line
I'm gone
Man, you're hating, it ain't a doubt mane
I throw some money on my damn chain
I put some money on my down ring
I get so much money, like I'm selling cocaine!

[Chorus]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!