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Album: M & M: Money & Music (2015)

Sack

I was 11 years old, I was running with the pack
12 years old, I saw them niggas couldn't crack
I'm looking at the plate, thinking what the fuck is that
I kept hitting up on the corner and I bring me back a sack
Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack
I kept hitting up on the block and I bring me back a sack
Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack
I got caught up on the corner, bring me back a sack

Bring me a sack, bring me back a vote
I just bought a Tesla, what the fuck you thought
I do this for real, I trap everyday
I got money in the west and in fucking east
I'm in beast mode, west to east coast
Chopper hit ya then [?] get ready though
You don't want no beef with Soulja, that I know
I hit ya up for your place into the fucking floor

I was 11 years old, I was running with the pack
12 years old, I saw them niggas couldn't crack
I'm looking at the plate, thinking what the fuck is that
I kept hitting up on the corner and I bring me back a sack
Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack
I kept hitting up on the block and I bring me back a sack
Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack
I got caught up on the corner, bring me back a sack

Nigga what you want
Tell me what you want
Longest out the Fetti store, I'm buying what I want
[?] took over
Me and Miami man yeah we some boss
Pull up and I'm spraying
Choppa, I ain't playin
Me, Killa Jay and all my niggas spraying
Shout out to my niggas, shout out to my niggas
In the kitchen getting feelings
Stacking up them millions
Stack a million up and I just [?]
Hop up out the whip and they looking, I'm with it, I'm with it
Everybody think lil Soulja Boy [?] gotta get it
You looking [?] when I'm gonna get it
I'm a get, get, get, get, get it

I was 11 years old, I was running with the pack
12 years old, I saw them niggas couldn't crack
I'm looking at the plate, thinking what the fuck is that
I kept hitting up on the corner and I bring me back a sack
Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack
I kept hitting up on the block and I bring me back a sack
Bring me back a sack, bring me back a sack
I got caught up on the corner, bring me back a sack


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