s nigga and nothings changed But the fucking bank account, any any any amount Nigga it's unlimited, I'm aiming while you're screaming bitch It's Soulja tell 'em
gas out Take the K out, I'm gone take off on the haters Talking down on me, but I rose up like elevators At the same time my mind was on money I couldn
on my chain, oh my God I'm filthy rich 'Bout the bring the pain and game, Soulja tell 'em in this bitch and I'm standing on the stage, yeah they scream
for real chorus verse two hands down i got swag for the year rubber bands on my neck my ice on my dere soulja boy rubber bands lyrics found on make
up? Wuz up? This your boy, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em When you get this message, pack your bags 'Cause we goin' on a trip (Trip) It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em,
marquis... nigga please your woo game won't work think you a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt... Berg, Weezy, look what I did to em' choppa
m searchin' the game, I keep on, on, on, on, on (Drake [Saukrates] chorus) [Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all, all, all [Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all
and I only got one, yeah (I'm ready to shoot) I'd rather do that, then I put it on stun (I'm ready to shoot) Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up (I'm ready
goin on All these chicks on my dick im trying to take em home Turn em on, get some dome, then get it on When we get it get it on we goin to listen to
Mob em Jae Millz And let em boy know you would time bomb em Click Click Boom Damn Rotten dot com em Straight Osam em treat em like Hillary Bully and Obam em
the illest fantasy You make me feel like wylin' out Showin' you what it's about, yeah Got it goin' on uptown Now let me see you work it out on me If
LP is Reggie I got the goods, baby, I'm Don Ready Ready for any hip-hop freak Even white chicks want black in 'em like Pernelli Yeah, the rap game is
make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on
lie low On some hydro tryin' to slide from the 5-0 But now, get wild similar to Ol' Dirty On third time felon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have 'em
weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars, Lock on you when
whole St. Lou We good, good thangs (Good, good thangs) Ain't got no problems 'bout lettin' 'em loose Ma, I ain't got no change Big spaces out churr like a hundred yards I got credit cards You can charge 'em all (Boo) I know you heard me on
the mile, let me show 'em how Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down (Chorus) *Sports personalities* Well uhh this next young batter on deck