Bitches Goin' Ham Lyrics

Bitches Goin' Ham Lyrics

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I’m So f**king Rich Man (soulja)
Smokin on da pisert (soulja)
Hold up b**ch get back , Shoot Em With Da AK
5 On My Chest Swaggin With Dat V-Neck
S.O.D b**ch Man Were So Up There
Man Were Gettin Money, Rolling From The Dice hoe
S.O.D b**ch, My Chain Make A LightShow
Big Money Nigga, Big Money Figga
b**ch Made Haters, Balling Like The Lakers (Kobe)
b**ch I’m Getting Paper, In Dat Navigator
I’m In Dat New Buggati, Smoking In That Gati
12 Gauge Shawty, Shooting Up the Party
9 On Me Shawty. Surfing Going Naughty
[Hook]
b**ches Going Ham [x8]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
b**ch I’m So Swagged Up, b**ch I Gotta Work
S.O.D b**ch, Rolled Up From My Shirt
High 30 Flights, In The f**kin Air
Rick Hulk Hogan, Neck Rick Flair
Im hollin, Just like lil b smokin’ on that sh*t
Higher than a b**ch, nigga check my wrist
Fifty thousand racks, SOD boy 365 taxs
365 black, b**ches going dummy
Smokin color (color) same gummy
Damn Rambo (Rambo) eating gumbo
Smokin thrax, loud pack
All black everything I’m lookin’ like a king
SOD boys let my f**kin’ jewelry bling
Put that on everything, I’m worth a bout a billion
You can call me Bill Gates, smoking out the window
Loud pack b**ch playing hoes like Nintendo
Shout out to my to my friends doe, shout out to my kinfolk
Money in my Findo, 300 on the floor
SOD b**ch, money like galore Oh my God
b**ches goin’ ham [x7]
Circles circles (circles) like a cyclone
I’m gone, I’m gone. 30 thousand