Soulja Boy - Headed To A Check Lyrics
Uh, SouljaI whip a MaseratiSouljaKing Soulja the mixtape, King Soulja the movieGwap ahWake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check (bands)Always gotta count that money when I flex (damn)Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check (okay)Countin up them sacks (sacks), flexin with the check (the check)I’m headed to a check check, I’m headed to a check checkI’m headed to a check check, on my way to a checkI’m headed to a check check, I’m headed to a check checkI’m headed to a check on my way to a check heyRich Gang, Soulja BoyBands in my pocket pocket, 9 mm***** I’m shootin lil rocketsPull up to the car show, I’m springin, I got springersLil Dreg on ball and that’s on everything (who that? Who that?)Woke up in a Gati, whip a MaseratiPorsche game clean Dre, but my whip gonna slap meMoney Gang retarded, ***** don’t get me startedIf I T on the Challenge I swear I’m gon call itSoulja I ball, ridin down that highwayGot the drop top Maybach sittin in the drivewayHit the secret Sundays, ballin to the MondayFlexin so hard, Soulja Boy be gwapinYea gwap gwap, pull up to the trap trap***** I got blocks blocks***** I got knocks uhGucci on my socks, Louie on my boxersSOD, Rich Gang, we took over boyI’m headed to a check check, I’m headed to a check checkI’m headed to a check check, on my way to a checkI’m headed to a check, I’m headed to a checkI’m headed to a check on my way to a check heyGwapGwapSODKing KingThey takin pictures, putting that shit on Instagram500 racks that’s AmsterdamSwervin in that foreign Porsche, all through highly worriedHopping out that in and out, I’m smoking on this kush (Soulja)Call Soulja Beezy B or call me Rich Gang Soulja BoySoulja Boy, bricks on bricks on bricks, that’s what I Soulja BoyRidin through the hood, everything all good2-15’s in my trunk, sounding like Jurassic ParkRidin through my city and I’m cut through hittin scarSOD get money, I will tear your life apartI flex, Cuban links on neck, boy done jetHop up off the private plane, I’m smoking on that Mary Jane, 3-16 like hurricaneSoulja Boy spit fire flame (you ain’t lying)Inside that drop top PorscheI am, I do, (I’m just doing my thing boy)Check, I’m headed to a check (gwap)Headed to a check, money headed to a checkOn the way to a check, headed to a check (bands)Headed to a check (sacks)Headed to a check (bags) yea
