Soulja Boy – 1000 lyrics

Swag swag
Stacks on deck shit bring
Money gang shit ho
Stacks on deck boys
Young shorty

2000 in my pocket
Another thousand in my wallet
We do this all the time, we fly private
Yea yea we fly private
Number real niggas
Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga
Number real niggas
Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga
Flexin' flexin'
Money stackin' nigga
Flexin' yea
Money stackin' nigga

Off top nigga, don't fucking play
Stacks On Deck boys, bitch yeah we in this thing
Money Gang, tat that shit up off my armored ring
On my chain, fifty diamonds standing money bling
Ching, ching, I done cashed out like a jackpot
And I'm big dog flexing like Sandlot
In my hood, man we stack them shit's by four blocks
I'm turned up, and we get them by the C-knots
C notes, cut throat with my campaign
Fifty racks make it rain, make it hurricane
Young Dre, I go hard and I spit flame
Off top, money boy's in this thing

Money stackin' nigga
We flexin'
Let real nigga
Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga
Flexin', bublin'
Turnt up, money stackin' (1000)

Pull up to the party, it's time to have some fun
Standing on the couch, and I'm throwing funds
Stripper bitches on me, it ain't nothing though
Do this every fucking night, all across the globe
I hop up on the jet, it's time to cash out
I hop up in that Vet', it's time to smash out
My homeboy copped a Ferrari, so I copped a jet
I threw thirty racks on my fucking neck
I pull up to the trap, to finesse
I call my young nigga and he hit the plug
Now we in the trap, pulled up off mud
I pulled up in that Lambo', skurt' scrub

We in this thing
Yeah we in this thing
We in this thing
Yeah we in this thing
We in this thing, yeah we in this thing
In this thing, yeah we in this thing
In this thing, yeah we in this thing
Yeah we in this thing, me and my nigga's in this thing