Soulja Boy, Agoff - Moving lyrics

Swag no instruments
Y'all ready know nigga cash everywhere
Sushi, truck

Forty million salary, just like the NBA
All white everything like I’m in the KKK
Came with the throwaway, no instruments
I’m swimming young Soulja Boy gives a fuck
I keep it pimping
Hate on me, shootin' at my enemies
Ridin' down Ocean Drive and Agoff is with me
Til it's empty, looking like I’m on it
Everywhere I go, splash cash like I want it
Fuck what you heard, on my turf
That’s the west side
I came out the ground just like the oil
Niggas don’t want that motherfucking turmoil
Five hit your necklace, tell the hoes we’re
Ocean Gang 2012, I’m splashh
What the fuck you heard?
Came with that cash, bro, money on my chain
Bro easy, everywhere is easy
Yellow diamond bezel
Make that shit look easy
I’m freezing, I’m frozen, third eye open
Came with the forty clip like I 'posed to
On your sister while my face on the poster
Got swag on my shoulder, that case hit's
You’re gone

Nigga, I'm hustlin', hustlin', grindin'
Juugin' workin', workin', movin', cookin'
Plug it, plug it, it’s nothing, it’s nothing
I love it, I love it love it, I love it

Shouts out to Agoff, this is no instrument
Came out the water with that fifty clip
Soulja, I told you, fifty stars
American flag god damn, I came in, my pants
Versace, watch me, shush, shush, it’s nothing
Ain’t even playin', ain’t even playin'
All that I know, 2012, we gon' make it
Rubber band wrist, just made it

Soulja, Soulja, juugin', juuging
Workin', hustlin', movin', movin'
Grinding, grinding shouts out to Agoff

What's up This is no instrument
Agoff ain’t gotta prove shit, I hustle hard
I don't got to talk about the
Money 'cause I got it boy five star general
Ocean Gang got the money
Niggas can’t fuck with
Now I’m on some other shit
Cali life, live it, hustle everyday
Do this shit, bitch is pimping
Man, I’m from a whole
'nother motherfuckin' dimension
Came out that water and don’t
Even got a mention
Bitches on my dick and shit
I don't give a fuck them nigga
Talkin' hittin' licks and shit
Bitch, I still buy the zip
Ride alright until the end

Hustler, hustling, juugin', juugin'
Workin', workin', movin', movin'
Soulja, Agoff, Soulja, Ocean
Hustlin', movin', juugin', juugin'

I came with the master plan
Forty racks to understand
Young Soulja Boy, God damn, man, I
Been a fan, yeah, I know you like this
Yeah, I know I’m iced up, try to get like us
It don’t even matter
I be posted up by the lake
Hollow-tips penetrate
Don’t make me demonstrate
God damn, I been on this cat, Kim K
God damn, I been on the track boy, you late
God damn, it's Agoff, go ahead and take off
Don’t want a nigga to cook the god damn, the
Just like a horse shoe, I'm on you
Young Soulja Boy came out just like forty-two
God damn, I'm thirty-three
God damn, I'm twenty-one
Riding round with fifty on my necklace
The golden one
Holler, holler, pimp pop his collar
Bitch on the, I get dollar

Movin', workin', Agoff, Agoff
Soulja, Soulja, go ahead and take off
No instruments, no instruments
Lil Keis is filthy rich
Soulja Boy got fifty bricks
(Lil Keis on the beat, boy) no instruments