Soulja Boy – Karl Lagerfield Lyrics

Whoooop [3x].

Let's get money nigger.
Chain gang.
Triple chain gang.
Fifty thirteen bitch.

I got soldiers.
On the battlefield.
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field.
I'm Karl Lager field.
Karl Lager field.
I got soldiers.
On the battlefield.
Karl Lager field.
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field.
Karl Lager field.

Out of here and I got it.
Money up in my wallet.
Pull up in VIP.
These niggers know that I got it.
Niggers know that I shot it.
Word around we ball out.
Little Dre, that be my name.
That bad bitch that might call out.
Real nigger might fall through.
Me and their whole crew.
She suck me, we were in the train.
Yah nigger, choo-choo.
Fuck you and your whole block.
Reach it, don't stop.
Fifty thirteen.
Pulled up stretched limousine.
I'm so filthy rich.
I'm a sad bitch.
Niggers asking for it.
I'm a let them have it.
What the fuck you staring at.
Oh the new McLaren.
CLR twenty twelve I'm there.
Little Dre, what you heard.
I'm man where you never had, I do the work.
Little Dre, as B's.
Ice chain, it's easy.

I got soldiers.
On the battlefield.
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field.
I'm Karl Lager field.
Karl Lager field.
I got soldiers.
On the battlefield.
Karl Lager field.
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field.
Karl Lager field.

Watch your mouth before you speak nigger.
It ain't really hard to a street nigger.
And I'm riding up the street nigger.
Whole car hot cause we towing heat nigger.
Never disrespect I've been a boss.
Fifty thirteen pull up with the top off.
Can it pain like Mac sauce.
Nigger knowing I'm a knock them off.
Bitch nigger this my fucking year.
Pictures down then we get them out of here.
Nigger getting money in his fucking sleep.
Overseas you came and mince your heat.

I got soldiers.
On the battlefield.
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field.
I'm Karl Lager field.
Karl Lager field.
I got soldiers.
On the battlefield.
Karl Lager field.
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field.
Karl Lager field.