Soulja Boy – Pharaoh lyrics

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
Rolex on my wrist, man, it cost a new Camaro
Flexing through the hood, flexing through the ghetto
Young Soulja Boy, I'm dunking, man, I feel like mellow
Flexing through the hood I know this bitch know me
Balling on these niggas, man, I feel like Kobe
These niggas don't know new me or they know the old me
These niggas don't know the new me or don't know the old me
I'm feeling like an igloo, all my ice is frozen
These niggas sway, jacking hard, they swag is stolen
I'm hopping out the whip, I'm rolling in a foreign
I'm in the club, vip 'cause I'm very important
All this gold got me feel like a king
Ride through the hood with 30 bricks and a G
All this gold on me, I'm feeling like a pharaoh
I'm shooting at the club so all you niggas get low
I'm coming out the water strapped up just like Rambo
And Soulja Boy be fresh, I post it up in camo
And all these niggas know that I could duck a kilo
Ak 47, tell these niggas duck or get low

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
All these money on me and I keep on getting it
Y'all can start guaping man, I'm getting millions
Wake up in a money swag, like I killed them
Shoot money out the roof, word around town sodb sipping on the juice
Pouring up a four and I'm pouring up a deuce
I got that Actavis and it came in by the two
They came and got me, know that Soulja Boy be balling, too
I'm riding through the hood, now everything is new
So gold on my neck, you can look at the chosen
Man, I peet, ain't a fool, I still talk the tune
Versace backpack, I ain't sitting on 22s
So much money, bitch, I could've bought the school
Pharaoh