Soulja Boy – Gold On Deck

Soulja Boy – Gold On Deck Lyrics

Artist: Soulja Boy
Song: Gold On Deck

(Shout out to my n#gg# Young Lo man)
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b#tch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck n#gg#
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b#tch

Gold on deck
Got 12 gold bars, b#tch I’m a superstar
Riding in that white Bentley, Its my super car
Riding with that yellow b#tch I dick her down with super D

Then she give me super head, f#ck around and flip the switch
I came out the water, My Rain (Reign) like New Orleans
n#gg#s think they f#cking with me I place the order
Glock on my shoulder, I swag like how I supposed to

Gold on deck, Money sitting on a shoulder
n#gg# I’m so tatted up, n#gg# I’m so swaggin
When I drop Work remix like what’s happening
Ready for the action, Gold not platinum

f#ck what you heard I’m that n#gg# in the trap man
[?] apartments, We shooting in the darkness
Everywhere I go man I’m looking like a goblin
I gotta make a profit, [?]

Young Dre, AKA get that money off me
Gold on deck, Everywhere I go n#gg#
Gold on deck, When I’m in the store n#gg#
Gold on deck, f#ck what you heard n#gg#

Gold on deck, n#gg# gold on deck
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b#tch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck n#gg#
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b#tch

Gold on deck
n#gg# I’m the one, You don’t want no problems
I’ll f#ck around and call a hit man he’ll solve it
Ocean Gang mobbin, Ocean Gang splashin

I came out the water, I’m ready for the action
Man I’m so swagged up, You n#gg#s cannot feel it
I’m pretty boy mobbin, Don’t make me… (Shhhh)
Don’t make me catch a murder case, I’m feeling like I want to

Riding through my hood, Man I’m toting on that Pump too
Young Dre tell that n#gg# he could get jumped too
Real ill sh#t, I Got the whole hood on beast mode
Swag out the East Coast, Swag to the West Coast

Get your baby mamma and I f#ck her with the best stroke
I f#ck with the young n#gg#s, Yeah we on that young n#gg# sh#t
Gold on deck, Yeah this that young n#gg# clique
All my n#gg#s represent, In your motherf#cking trap

And I’m riding through the hood, With that pistol in my lap
And they want me to go but I would never sell my soul
And you ain’t ever heard about that gold
Gold on deck, We put a 100 and 4 more

Man a pound of that drough, Meet me at the gold store
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b#tch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck n#gg#
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b#tch

Gold on deck
n#gg# what you talkin, I been getting money
Came out the water, My whole clique stunting
Young n#gg# jumping, f#ck what he talking

Disrespect Black Jesus that pistol coming off me
Lil Dre, I walk around Fendi on that [?]
Everywhere I go they saying Soulja you a problem
Gold in my Wallet, I ain’t talking cake tho

Young n#gg# sh#t, b#tch I post up by LA tho
b#tch pump your brake tho, My whole clique realer
Gold mouth shawty so you know I’m gold grilling
Chain worth a million, Gold to the ceiling

n#gg# when I die imma be worth bout a trillion
I meant a 100 zillion, Man my life is priceless
Riding through my hood and my ice is the whitest
f#ck what you heard, [?] My price is the rightest

Add another decimal, Chain like a [?]
Chain is incredible, As it is, Old on my schedule
So many hoes getting f#cked on the regular
This that motherf#cking Gold on Deck Mixtape n#gg#

I’m taking over everything, b#tch
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Release Year: 2005