CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Switches and a Money Counter
[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Draco
What?
What?
Ayy
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Damn, up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Bad bitch slidin' in a pink Phantom
Straight drop deuce, nigga play, flip him like a channel
Ooh, eggroll blunt, phew, can't breathe
I don't fuck with opps, frrt, switch on niggas, keep my heat (Switch, nigga)
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Damn, up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Ridin' with my pistol and my chopper in a black Phantom
Pushin' on these niggas with these sticks, I ain't even askin'
Spinnin' on these niggas, no cap, I need some questions answered
Quickdraw with that stick, ask about me in west side Atlanta (Zone 1)
Shoutout to my wrist, goddamn, all my diamonds dancing
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
[Verse 3: Tadoe]
In the trap, we got work, yeah, them dirty dishes (Let's get it)
We can't fuck with that jerk 'cause I heard he snitching (Huh?)
We the Glo, we get dough, fuckin' all the bitches (Glo)
On the road doin' shows, stackin' all the riches (Go)
On my end, kill a nigga playin' both sides (Grrah)
I'm locked in, so you know that the rope tied (Tied)
Put that switch on his ass, now he deep fried (Deep fried)
Nigga, you ain't talkin' racks, nigga, be quiet
With the gang, throwin' B's at the beehive (Go)
Put that belt to that ass, yeah, that behind (Grrah)
Niggas woof on the net, in person, be kind (Huh?)
Niggas know we get bands, we gon' be fine (Let's get it)
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Damn, up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
Draco
What?
What?
Ayy
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Damn, up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Bad bitch slidin' in a pink Phantom
Straight drop deuce, nigga play, flip him like a channel
Ooh, eggroll blunt, phew, can't breathe
I don't fuck with opps, frrt, switch on niggas, keep my heat (Switch, nigga)
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Damn, up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Ridin' with my pistol and my chopper in a black Phantom
Pushin' on these niggas with these sticks, I ain't even askin'
Spinnin' on these niggas, no cap, I need some questions answered
Quickdraw with that stick, ask about me in west side Atlanta (Zone 1)
Shoutout to my wrist, goddamn, all my diamonds dancing
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
[Verse 3: Tadoe]
In the trap, we got work, yeah, them dirty dishes (Let's get it)
We can't fuck with that jerk 'cause I heard he snitching (Huh?)
We the Glo, we get dough, fuckin' all the bitches (Glo)
On the road doin' shows, stackin' all the riches (Go)
On my end, kill a nigga playin' both sides (Grrah)
I'm locked in, so you know that the rope tied (Tied)
Put that switch on his ass, now he deep fried (Deep fried)
Nigga, you ain't talkin' racks, nigga, be quiet
With the gang, throwin' B's at the beehive (Go)
Put that belt to that ass, yeah, that behind (Grrah)
Niggas woof on the net, in person, be kind (Huh?)
Niggas know we get bands, we gon' be fine (Let's get it)
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Damn, up in the trap, smokin' Cookies, early trappin'
Damn, play with that gang, frrt, switch, ain't no questions asking
Damn, count this money, hit my phone, I can't even answer
Damn, in the trenches, frrt, switches and a money counter
