Soulja Boy - Pharoah lyrics

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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