Soulja Boy - Gold Chains Vintage lyrics

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Gold chains and vintage, gold chains and vintage

Gold chains and vintage

I don’t care the price I spend it

Gold chains and vintage, gold chains and vintage

Gold chains and vintage

I’m flying round and I’m getting it X 2

I get a lot of money nigga so you know I spend it

Snap back and tattoos, gold chains and vintage

Riding and getting it in a private jet

Flying through the clouds vintage on my chest

Niggas know that I’m paid, check your bitch to get laid

Sod what I made, niggas working like slaves

Talking down you get hate, talking down…

This heat on my waist, … you know I got taste man

Your girl yeah we take that, all the money we scrape that

We take the car and we scrape back

It’s big money, big watches and ear rings

Take your girl and I do my thang

Sod niggas out with lean, yeah

Gold chains and vintage, gold chains and vintage

Gold chains and vintage

I don’t care the price I spend it

Gold chains and vintage, gold chains and vintage

Gold chains and vintage

I’m flying round and I’m getting it X 2

I went to fucking Paris, had a ball main

Had some Denim man new jacket, that’s ball main

All white, with the spikes

And a brand new zipper on me bitch I think I might

Flexing go hard with your bitch

She know she taking suck dick

She say she wanna take a pic

I give her more than a pic

I gave her more than this dick

It’s sod who I’m with

We riding round getting paid

Sod our game, I cashed up for real dawg

I designed this fashion

I …to go from platinum, them diamonds worth we stacking

I did kill the game, came back and revived the game

Came through with the gold chain

And the vintage all with Chanel frames, oh

Gold chains and vintage, gold chains and vintage

Gold chains and vintage

I don’t care the price I spend it

Gold chains and vintage, gold chains and vintage

Gold chains and vintage

I’m flying round and I’m getting it X 2

I know my fashion dog, I know the streets

Xx covers the magazine

I go hard everyday on shopping sprees

Every time I cop they blog about me

Brand new shades, cost 4 stacks

Louie briefcase cost gold rack

Ride around and flying round

Everybody know I’m flying round

The king’s here, give me a title now

I’m seat back and I’m pouring loud

Everywhere I go dog you know that I spend it

Plus this kush I smoke got me air … that generous

Soulja boy tell them I kill every rapper

You say that you fresh up but homie I’m …

Look dre I kill this, this is incredible

You go see rappers that looking so edible

I eat them, hell yeah I eat them

These niggas unborn, something like fetus

Catch me going hard on your girl with penis

Nigga I’m on fire, smoking weed…

Ok, shit hard on the rap game,

2 straps like max payne, I’m going hard for my campaign

It’s sod in the fast lane

Going hard on the booth main,

Soulja boy got the juice maine

But I got on 4 chains, but much respect to 2 chainz

Soulja boy…shittin on the beat main

I hit the block and everything up on the beat

Complete main, from the feat main…

To my watch main, and my ear dog

I’m coming in, every year dog

I don’t think you hear me, sipping on this henny

Sippin on this …everything on the floor

…on my 23 million, I’m hurting somebody’s feelings

Gold chain and bitches.