Soulja Boy
Текст песни Blow A Pack

My name buzzing, my team guapping
All in or nothing
We getting money, yo we stacking chips

I got a sack, I got a pack, got a pack
I got a sack, running up a pack
I got a sack, yeah I got a sack
I got a pack, pack, running up a chick
I got a sack, yeah I got a sack
I got a pack, yeah I got a pack
I got a sack running up a chick
I got a pack, pack running up my chick

Yeah I got a sack, Gucci backpack, backpack
Walk up in the club, with my swag back
9k on bottles, god damn soulja on
And I'm selling dope ...
Walking in the club, you know what time it is
Poppin hella bottles, all my niggas in this bitch

Yo we in this bitch, we ain't going home
Pulled up new lambo on chrome
Soulja god the juice, birds in the coop
Double cup my Styrofoam, pouring up the deuce
Flexin on the foe, rollie on my wrist
Me and my niggas yeah we all rich
Yeah we all rich, and we count on guap
Yeah we count on stacks, yeah we count on gualla
Throw it in the backpack
yeah we count that gualla, throw it in my duffle bag

I got a sack, yeah I got a sack
I got a pack, pack, running up a chick
I got a sack, yeah I got a sack
I got a pack, yeah I got a pack
I got a sack running up a chick
I got a pack, pack running up my chick.