Wow, Soulja, Hey, Soulja Hey Pablo, Hey, Pablo They know just how we roll They know how we roll 50k a show know we gettin doe and Everywhere we go yeah we on a roll Everywhere we go yeah we stackin doe Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Ya, ya, hey, hey, hey
Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar
When you getting all this money These niggas they look at you funny These niggas thirsty bitches hungry All I wanna be is Pablo
Wait I just got back, automatic strap hold up Whole lotta bitches in the vip, Ak47 make em flip Whole lotta money in the vip Ridin wit the thang on my hip I know these niggas they want me to slip Ice in my ear so clear Cuban link all on my neck Ridin round town on a jet Flex and Finesse gold on my rolex Stacking up all this cake No Flex, No flex zone getting I can fuck his baby momma Ridin round town got money Young Soulja Boy make it rain make it thunder Money coming in and I feel like Pablo Cheese coming like it is nacho All these bitches on me, All I want is the guap tho And all my niggas on top Be sitting in the Pent House that be the top floor Smoking on Kush y'all niggas say you getting money But we know you not tho
Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar Pablo Escobar, Pablo Escobar
When you getting all this money These niggas they look at you funny These niggas thirsty bitches hungry All I wanna be is Pablo
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up They say I wouldn't make it Now im ridin drop top 2014 Bentley All through Las Vegas I know that they mad that I made it I know that they hate it I look at they look at they faces We switching the money by cases I do not need no favors Soulja Boy stunt on them haters Stunt on them Stunt on them haters My car different flavors My crib got a elevator, Ride it up like a escalator Money I penetrate Niggas they hating they fake They tryna stop my money but I know they can't I'm laughing all the way to the bank Bitches is hitting my phone They wanna come chill with a throne Young Soulja Boy I be on, Flexing And going they blowing my phone Like damn leave me alone, I'm Soulja the king I'm Soulja supreme when I think I'm up on my jet, Flex and finessing my rolex And Ap and ice on my neck I'm feeling like Pablo Escobar Cause I'm the connect, Overlord 90 Bitch take a trip, Water whipping in the MedellĂn Got bitches calling me the fucking king Soulja Boy Tell'em Ak-47 Mac-11 crack yo cerebellum
Compositores: Antoine Reed (ASCAP), Deandre Cortez Way (BMI), Kyle Tobe Emordi (BMI)Editores: Music Of Ohzone (BMI), Songs Of Kyle Emordi (BMI)Administração: Annuity Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #23701222 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM