Soulja Boy - No Pad No Pen Lyrics
(Intro)Soulja Boy on the beatGivenchy this, Versace thatI’mma tell you some real shit boyGucci this and Polo thatLouie this, got racks and racksStacks on stacks, got tats and tatsKing the movie, King Soulja the mixtapeKing Soulja in this *****No pad, no penSoulja Boy on the beatI’ve been getting money (money)(Verse)Diamonds on my neck, chain yea it glisten (let’s go)***** niggas be hatin and all these niggas trippin (***** em)Flexin through the club and you know I got my pistolAnd that Rolex on my wrist and that shit is presidentialAnd that shit is so official and the stacks on deck Money GangTakin over shit (damn), ***** boy I’ll bust yo brainYoung Soulja Boy, claimin Rich GangSwerve off in that Ferrari, or Rover runnin (that foreign)***** boy, I get pounds, I get QP’s (damn)I get bricks, I got blocks, nigga oowee (turn up)Hit the town, spray the hood, nigga who is he? (hah?)Want beef with me – get his ass RIP (what?)Young Dre keep all this *****in gun smoke (Soulja)Young Soulja keep all these *****in fresh clothesYoung Dre, got a whole lot of bad hoes (Dre)I’ve been smoking kush, weed comin by the O’sPack touchdown, runnin through that quick (that right)Everybody know that I’m Hood Rich (swing that)Flex 10 chains, cost me 8 bricks (bands)I done sold everything from neck to thisSoulja, Young Dre, *****, straight out the trapBrick Side, Zone 1, with that pistol in my lapI’ve been getting money and I’ve been seeing cashAll this money in my pocket, I’m bout to make you splashJordans on my feet, I’m clean as I can be (Soulja)Smoking on that kush and I think it’s OG (damn)Rest in peace to all my niggas dead and goneSippin on this lean, kush is my cologneI be going HAM, I be going fairPull up in that lane (damn), candy paint red (Soulja)Young Dre gotta fay, juice with the weightComing through the hood and they know a nigga paid (20-13)Paid in full, just look at my jewels (A-Town)Pinky ring, ice chain, bullets & bandsSee over SOD, flexin through that zoneI’m from PTE to zone 3, they ***** with meKickin shit the long way, double packin sacks, racks on racksBlow the strong way (juice up)Young Dre, I ***** with SOD the long way (swing that)We be getting cash all night and all damn day (gwap)
