Artist: Soulja Boy Album: 50/13 (Mixtape) Song: Karl Lagerfield Typed by: AZ Lyrics 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 niggas know that I got it Niggas 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 Niggas 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 Ass 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 spit 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