Video 23 de The Administration Mp 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

The Administration Mp - 23 Lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy & Rich The Kid]
Trap
Soulja
Rich
Ooh, GT, I like this one
Ayy
Ooh, filthy

[Chorus: Soulja Boy & Rich The Kid]
Twenty-three shots, Michael Jordan (Jordan)
Pull up on the block and I'm in a foreign (Skrt, skrt)
Everywhere I go, man, you know I'm tourin' (Tourin')
All across the world, I got money pourin' (Money)
Twenty-three shots, bitch, Michael Jordan (Flex)
And I pull up, ridin' in a foreign (Skrt, skrt)
Everywhere I go, yeah, you know I'm tourin' (Woo)
Stacks on Deck, I got money pourin' (Rich)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Drivin' in a Mercedes, gettin' the bricks to Haiti
Everywhere I go, bitches, they be goin' crazy
Soulja Boy, Rich The Kid, Killa J, and Agoff
Can't forget P.A., can't forget J. Takin
Pull up on the block right they with 'em, I'm sprayin'
M&M's to billions, ridin' around with the ceiling missin'
Young Dre, I'ma kill 'em, water whippin', uh
Thirty-six O's, kilos same color my clothes
Whippin' and flippin' the dough, shootin' the bullets at all of my foes
Fuck all you haters, Stacks on Deck, nigga, we made it
Whippin' and flippin' the flavors, my house got so many acres
Feelin' like the president, I don't got no neighbors
[Chorus: Soulja Boy & Rich The Kid]
Twenty-three shots, Michael Jordan (Jordan)
Pull up on the block and I'm in a foreign (Skrt, skrt)
Everywhere I go, man, you know I'm tourin' (Tourin')
All across the world, I got money pourin' (Money)
Twenty-three shots, bitch, Michael Jordan (Flex)
And I pull up, ridin' in a foreign (Skrt, skrt)
Everywhere I go, yeah, you know I'm tourin' (Woo)
Stacks on Deck, I got money pourin' (Rich)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Walkin' around with the racks (Racks)
Walk in the trap (Woo), I got the K on my lap (Lap, lap)
So many chains, the diamonds, they dancin', my rang (Ayy, ayy)
I'd rather be rich for the fame (Rich)
Yola jumpin' out the pot like Jordan (Like Jordan)
Cook it up, whip it up, they snortin' (They snortin')
Fifteen choppers in the 'Rari (Woo), rich nigga (Rrah, rrah, bah)
Young nigga made a mil' in a mothafuckin' kitchen (Million)
Me and Soulja, whippin' that yola (Soulja)
And my wrist white just like baking soda (Ayy, ayy)
You kissin' that ho, I'ma tell her, "Bend it over" (Bitch)
Young rich nigga trappin' bricks out the Rover (Bricks, bricks)
'Rari got paper tags ('Rari)
Young nigga got cash (Woo), I run with a bag (Run with a bag)
I'm finally rich, I know that they mad (Rich)
Young nigga trap out a Jag (Trap, trap)
[Chorus: Soulja Boy & Rich The Kid]
Twenty-three shots, Michael Jordan (Jordan)
Pull up on the block and I'm in a foreign (Skrt, skrt)
Everywhere I go, man, you know I'm tourin' (Tourin')
All across the world, I got money pourin' (Money)
Twenty-three shots, bitch, Michael Jordan (Flex)
And I pull up, ridin' in a foreign (Skrt, skrt)
Everywhere I go, yeah, you know I'm tourin' (Woo)
Stacks on Deck, I got money pourin' (Rich)