Soulja Boy - Headed to a Check lyrics
[Soulja Boy - Headed to a Check lyrics]
I whip a maserati
Soulja, king soulja the mixtape
King soulja the movie
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
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
Headed to a check, check, I’m
Headed to a check, check
I’m headed to a check, check
On the way to a check
Headed to a check, headed to a check
Headed to a check on the way to a check
(Guap)
Guap sOD
Soulja king
They taking pictures
Putting that shit on instagram
500 racks (Woo, Woo) that’s insta bands
Swerving in that foreign Porsche
Off to Hollywood hoppin out the in and out
I’m smoking on this kush
Call me Soulja Bizzy B or call
Me Rich Gang Soulja Boy told ya boy
Bricks on bricks that’s what I sold ya boy
Riding through the hood, everything all good
2 15s in my trunk
Sounding like Jurassic park
Riding through my city bitch don’t
Come through here and start
SOD get money I will tear your life apart
I flex, Cuban links on neck, boarding jet
(Fendi) hop about the private plane
I’m smoking on that mary jane
365 o like hurricane, soulja boy spit fire
Headed to a check, check, I’m
Headed to a check, check
I’m headed to a check, check
On the way to a check
Headed to a check, headed to a check
Headed to a check on the
Way to a check, backs, yeah
Soulja, king soulja the mixtape
King soulja the movie
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
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
Headed to a check, check, I’m
Headed to a check, check
I’m headed to a check, check
On the way to a check
Headed to a check, headed to a check
Headed to a check on the way to a check
(Guap)
Guap sOD
Soulja king
They taking pictures
Putting that shit on instagram
500 racks (Woo, Woo) that’s insta bands
Swerving in that foreign Porsche
Off to Hollywood hoppin out the in and out
I’m smoking on this kush
Call me Soulja Bizzy B or call
Me Rich Gang Soulja Boy told ya boy
Bricks on bricks that’s what I sold ya boy
Riding through the hood, everything all good
2 15s in my trunk
Sounding like Jurassic park
Riding through my city bitch don’t
Come through here and start
SOD get money I will tear your life apart
I flex, Cuban links on neck, boarding jet
(Fendi) hop about the private plane
I’m smoking on that mary jane
365 o like hurricane, soulja boy spit fire
Headed to a check, check, I’m
Headed to a check, check
I’m headed to a check, check
On the way to a check
Headed to a check, headed to a check
Headed to a check on the
Way to a check, backs, yeah