Soulja Boy - Headed to a check lyrics

rate me

I whip a maserati

Soulja, king soulja the mixtape, king soulja the movie

Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check, bandz

Always gotta count that money when I flex, damn

Wake up in the morning and I’m headed to a check, ok

Counting up the sack, flexin with the check, the check

I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check

I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check

I’m headed to a check, a check, I’m headed to a check

On the way to a check, hey

Rich gang soulja bandz in my pocket, pocket

9 millimeter nigga I’m shooting little rockets

Pull up to the car show, I’m springing I got spring

Little dre gonn ball in that song everything

Walk up in the gatti, whip a maserati

Porsche game clean, but my whip game sloppy

Money game retarded, bitch don’t get me started

Sat on the challenger, I swear I bought from college

Soulja boy I ball, riding down that highway

Got the drop top maybach, sitting in the driveway

Hit the secret Sundays, balling till there’s Monday

Flexin so hard, soulja boy be guappin, yo, guap

Pull up to the truck, bitch I got blocks

Bitch I got knots, Gucci on my socks

Louie on my box, sod rich gang, we took over boy

Headed to a check, check, I’m headed to a check, check

I’m headed to a check, check, on the way to a check

Headed to a check, headed to a check

Headed to a check on the way to a check

Guap, sod, soulja, king

They taking pictures, putting that shit on instagram

500 racks, that’s insta bandz

Swerving in that foreign Porsche off to Hollywood

Hoppin out the in and out I’m smoking on this kush

Call me soulja bizzy b or call me rich gang soulja boy

Soulja boy, bricks on bricks that’s what I soulja boy

Riding through the hood, everything all good

2 15 in my trunk, sounding like Jurassic park

Riding through my city bitch don’t come through here and start

Sod get money I will tear your life apart

I flex, Cuban links on neck, boarding jet

Hop about the private plane, I’m smoking on that mary jane

3 65 o like hurricane, soulja boy spit fire

Headed to a check, check, I’m headed to a check, check

I’m headed to a check, check, on the way to a check

Headed to a check, headed to a check

Headed to a check on the way to a check, backs, yeah.