[Lyric] Karl Lagerfield (Soulja Boy)

Whoooop [3x]

Let's get money nigga
Chain gang
Triple chain gang
Fifty thirteen bitch

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

Out of here and I got it
Money up in my wallet
Pull up in VIP
These niggers know that I got it
Niggers know that I shot it
Word around we ball out
Little Dre, that be my name
That bad bitch that might call out
Real nigga might fall through
Me and their whole crew
She suck me, we were in the train
Yah nigga, choo-choo
Fuck you and your whole block
Reach it, don't stop
Fifty thirteen
Pulled up stretched limousine
I'm so filthy rich
I'm a sad bitch
Niggers asking for it
I'm a let them have it
What the fuck you staring at
Oh the new McLaren
CLR twenty twelve I'm there
Little Dre, what you heard
I'm man where you never had, I do the work
Little Dre, as B's
Ice chain, it's easy
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

Watch your mouth before you speak nigga
It ain't really hard to a street nigga
And I'm riding up the street nigga
Whole car hot cause we towing heat nigga
Never disrespect I've been a boss
Fifty thirteen pull up with the top off
Can it pain like Mac sauce
Nigga knowing I'm a knock them off
Bitch nigga this my fucking year
Pictures down then we get them out of here
Nigga getting money in his fucking sleep
Overseas you came and mince your heat

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field