Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whippin My Wrist, artist - Soulja Boy. Album song King Soulja 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SODMG
Song language: English
Whippin My Wrist |
You gotta chase your dreams man |
I’m above the clouds on a private jet |
I got all this designer on me, Louis, Gucci, Balmain, Alexander Wang on me man, |
Supreme on me, Rails on me |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Got all these bricks, get it I’m stackin', I’m packin' |
Lil Soulja’s too rich |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
To get all these bricks, stack it and flip |
Lil Soulja too rich |
I’m makin' it rain, yeah I changed the weather |
I break it down, put it right back together |
Got Louie, Gucci, it’s all on my sweater |
My niggas winnin' we don’t see no contenders |
My niggas go hard, my niggas stack millis |
I’m swervin', ridin' and I’m drivin' in Bentleys |
I’m over in Illi, I’m rockin' it silly |
I’m rockin' Fendi and she lookin' like «really?» |
Benjis on Benjis while swervin' in Bentleys |
We watchin' for the cops, niggas be snitchin' |
Got millis on millis, you niggas be silly |
We stack it, pack it, stack it up to the ceilin' |
I wrap it, package, then I ship it |
All of my niggas we get it |
All of my niggas we kill it |
Catch the case then quit it |
Niggas get acquitted, got money cause we got no limits |
I’m trappin' and cappin', had to make it happen |
All of my niggas we swervin' in Phantoms |
My diamonds dancin' just like Tony Montana |
I take a trip from Brazil to Atlanta |
I come out the water, got bricks like a boulder |
They comin' in, nigga tell me your order |
My niggas get money, I swerve in a foreign |
And the coupes with the paint and the spoiler |
Valet park that Bugatti, I’m winnin' |
My niggas stackin', they got millis on millis |
I’m runnin' bands, I’m the man in my city |
I’m gettin' money, niggas hatin' like really |
I’m gettin' money, niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
I’m gettin' mili, I got mili on mili |
I stack it, pack it up to the ceilin' |
I’m gettin' money, niggas know that I’m killin' |
A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it |
My niggas stackin', ya my niggas they with it |
We stackin' money, we got milis on milis |
We swervin', ridin', and we drivin' in Bentleys |
My niggas talk and ya my niggas get it |
All of you niggas you gotta get it |
All of my niggas we got to get it |
Used to trap out the bank with 20 pounds of midgets |
20 pounds of midget, that’s what I’m trappin' |
No cappin' had to make my momma happy |
I got Louie, Gucci, now they look at me funny |
They say Soulja Boy you get all of this money |
Them niggas hated cause I’m hot as the sun |
Soulja strapped with the automatic gun |
Fuckin' the 100s, I don’t do the ones |
Breakin' bricks down to cookies and crumbs |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Got all these bricks, get it I’m stackin', I’m packin' |
Lil Soulja’s too rich |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my wrist |
To get all these bricks, stack it and flip |
Lil Soulja too rich |
I’m the one that they see up |
Ice all over me, yup |
Hit the bank with some freeze up |
You might see me on your street, yup |
In the club and the VIP, yup |
What you talkin' bout nigga? |