Bars Of Soap Lyrics - Mike Will Made It

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom) 

Ayy, ayy, ayy 

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom) 

Ayy, ayy, ayy 

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom) 

Ayy, ayy, ayy 

I'm a running man 

Sandals slippin' off my feet, on the sand 

Countin' up the bills with my dominant hand, yo yo 

Took twos on, take this appreciate it 

This too? Why tear up the rim shop? Haha 

Mike WiLL Made-It 

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I'm goin' postal, loco, coast to coast like La Nostra 

My G.I. Joe present, I've yet to see a cobra 

So off my rocker got me sippin' club soda 

Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up 

I'm pitchin' and never in a dug out 

Reachin' in my pants and I can't take a head count 

Flash back '03, things was lookin' run down 

Now I set foot in the place, it's a luau 

Killin' shit like ten counts, y'all know how we get down 

House with the fence around, y'all know that we in route 

Transition from the Impala to the Fisker 

I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert 

Left the doors up, now the Lambo' has pigtails 

Since you gettin' comfy, I'ma let you sit there 

I'ma let you stay there, when I shed a tear 

They didn't have no care, so I'ma charge retail 

I brought some kush 'cause you say you want set sail 

If you love sick in the room, you best get well 

Every dog has its day, what the hell? No tuck tail 

Swae Lee went to magazine, double X-L 

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo 

Colors burst on the cars and the jewels 

I'm a wanted man 

Seats lookin' like they got a spray tan 

When I was without, not a helpin' hand 

I got some women that throw it back and make me drop the cans 

I told Ben Frank' just to drop a pin 

I collect my fit goal to the highest bid 

Yes, I might drop in, it all depends 

Junior high, I was dreamin' of a Mach 10 

I'm comin' clean though, I mean not a speck 

My girl be servin' looks, I could kiss the chef 

Katana sword poppin' out my, walkin' cane 

I'm overseas, my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?" 

We gettin' to the money and you niggas havin' issues 

I bought a fuckin' piece and it came with a wet suit 

The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess 

I'm moochin' off my mother-lovin' self 

She be hopin' that I take a knee like Kaepernick, yes 

I be open to that "SremmLife" shit (SremmLife!) 

This is how we live, this is how we exist 

Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits 

All in the house and I'm home-wreckin' 

If I sleep with his wife, I'm a home-wrecker 

I'm in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather 

Mami playin' with my balls like tether, on my leather 

Money talk, it's a lecture 

80 pointers dance on me, it's electric 

Niggas gon' hate, I'm still unaffected 

Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected 

She said pop the question, the question got deflected 

Man them men my boy, that's my motherfuckin' brethren 

Let's cut to the chase 

It's only on the house when we in the place 

My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames 

Stirrin' up the cup with my wrist, souffle 

Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved 

I told you all in "Swang", don't say my name in vain 

We bring it to your door like (*doorbell*) "You rang?!" 

Spendin' all the money then we watch it boomerang 

With the fendi belt, angry face like Pootie Tang 

Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings 

"Long time, no see," that's what they say when they see me mane 

I been goin' crazy, just to stay sane 

Hey, your girl went missin', who's to blame? 

Young whipper snapper with the Range 

Pause, then I went deranged 

Call that hottie on my station 

Long week, but a great day 

Someone got my blowin' tree like Sage 

On me you should get erased 

On me, yeah, you can hate 

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