gucci and gold

Soulja Boy

Mother fucking gucci and gold mix tape
Soulija!
Yeah, I know the whole street is rocking with me, nigger
Shut out to the whole mother fucking sta
Shut out to the whole town
You already know what time
She killing all niggers
Chicago nigger, let's get it straight from the dough!

Bitch, don't call my phone
I'm chilling, smoking
I'mma king on a throne
Niggers with that fuck shit
Man, the niggers must be goofy
Put the aka bitch
Pull a bullet in
I'm starting through the city
All this fucking rock on me
Like a nigger p diddy
And I just sign a check
So there's five more mil
Nigger talking for shit
And I came to the club, and they on gym
About the soldier, cause I whip you slow motion
Fucking water, better yet a fucking ocean
Oh my god, I've been killing shit, bitch
So you can't end, and I'm stupid, filthy rich
And she slide oh my god
And I pop a fucking pill

Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where is heading?
You know!
Where is heading?
Where is heading for a
You know where is heading
You know where is heading
You know where is heading
You know where is heading
It's money where we're stacking

Hey, my little niggers with the shits, with the shits

Every song got drop a hit, drop a hit
Catch me on!

Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where is heading?
You know!
Where is heading?
You know it!
Where is heading?
You know it!
Where is heading for chicky, where's heading?
For fredo, where's heading?
We stack and we're smoking
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where is heading?
You know!
Where is heading for chicky, where's heading?
For fredo, where's heading?
Is money where we're stacking
We're smoking