Whippin' My Wrist

(album: King Soulja IV - 2015)

[Intro:]
You gotta chase your dreams man
I'm above the clouds on a private jet
I got all this designer on me [?]

[Hook:]
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Got all these bricks, get it I'm stacking, I'm packing
Lil Soulja's too rich
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
To get all these bricks, stack it and flip
Lil Soulja too rich

[Verse:]
I'm making it rain, yeah I changed the weather
I break it down, put it right back together
Got Louie, Gucci, it's all on my sweater
My niggas winning we don't see no contenders
My niggas go hard, my niggas stack millis
I'm swerving, riding and I'm driving in Bentleys
I'm over in Illi, I'm rocking it silly
I'm rocking Fendi and she looking like "really?"
Benjis on Benjis while swerving in Bentleys
We watching for the cops, niggas be snitching
Got millis on millis, you niggas be silly
We stack it, pack it, stack it up to the ceiling
I wrap it, package, then I ship it
All of my niggas we get it
All of my niggas we kill it
Catch the case then quit it
Niggas get acquitted, got money cause we got no limits
I'm trapping and capping, had to make it happen
All of my niggas we swerving in Phantoms
My diamonds dancing just like Tony Montana
I take a trip from Brazil to Atlanta
I come out the water, got bricks like a boulder
They coming in, nigga tell me your order
My niggas get money, I swerve in a foreign
And the coupes with the paint and the spoiler
Valet park that Bugatti, I'm winning
My niggas stacking, they got millis on millis
I'm running bands, I'm the man in my city
I'm getting money, niggas hating like really
I'm getting money, niggas ain't fucking with me
I'm getting mili, I got mili on mili
I stack it, pack it up to the ceiling
I'm getting money, niggas know that I'm killing
A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it
My niggas stacking, ya my niggas they with it
We stacking money, we got milis on milis
We swerving, riding, and we driving in Bentleys
My niggas talk and ya my niggas get it
All of you niggas you gotta get it
All of my niggas we got to get it
Used to trap out the bank with 20 pounds of midgets
20 pounds of midget, that's what I'm trapping
No capping had to make my momma happy
I got Louie, Gucci, now they look at me funny
They say Soulja Boy you get all of this money
Them niggas hated cause I'm hot as the sun
Soulja strapped with the automatic gun
Fucking the 100s, I don't do the ones
Breaking bricks down to cookies and crumbs

[Hook:]
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Got all these bricks, get it I'm stacking, I'm packing
Lil Soulja's too rich
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
Whipping my wrist, whipping my wrist
To get all these bricks, stack it and flip
Lil Soulja too rich

[Outro:]
I'm the one that they see up
Ice all over me, yup
Hit the bank with some freeze up
You might see me on your street, yup
In the club and the VIP, yup
What you talking bout nigga?