Soulja Boy


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"1000"


[Verse 1:]
Off top nigga, don't fucking play
Stacks On Deck boys, bitch yeah we in this thing
Money Gang, tat that shit up off my armored ring
On my chain, fifty diamonds standing money bling
Ching, ching, I done cashed out like a jackpot
And I'm big dog flexing like Sandlot
In my hood, man we stack them shit's by four blocks
I'm turned up, and we get them by the C-knots
C notes, cut throat with my campaign
Fifty racks make it rain, make it hurricane
Young Dre, I go hard and I spit flame
Off top, money boy's in this thing

[Verse 2:]
Pull up to the party, it's time to have some fun
Standing on the couch, and I'm throwing funds
Stripper bitches on me, it ain't nothing though
Do this every fucking night, all across the globe
I hop up on the jet, it's time to cash out
I hop up in that Vet', it's time to smash out
My homeboy copped a Ferrari, so I copped a jet
I threw thirty racks on my fucking neck
I pull up to the trap, to finesse
I call my young nigga and he hit the plug
Now we in the trap, pulled up off mud
I pulled up in that Lambo', skurt' scrub

[Outro:]
We in this thing
Yeah we in this thing
We in this thing
Yeah we in this thing
We in this thing, yeah we in this thing
In this thing, yeah we in this thing
In this thing, yeah we in this thing
Yeah we in this thing, me and my nigga's in this thing

"1UP"


Stunt [x4] Stack on Deck, Soulja
Everywhere I go, people lookin at me like
Damn that boy cashed up
Damn that boy swagged up
Everywhere I be, people lookin at me like
Damn that boy cashed up
Damn that boy swagged up

Racks UP, everywhere we go [x3]
Racks UP, hundred thousand show

Girls lookin at me, lookin really fancy
Oh you so cutie, oh I'm so pretty
Oh I'm in farrari, I don't have to say sorry
Honest lil Dre, old school no atari
Soulja Boy swaggin, pretty boy handsome
Pulled off of the club, in a drop top phantom
360 bands as the roof panoramic
360 bands, oh yes I'm so dynamic
500 trap bunking like a damn fool
Ham savage shawty with a muthafuckin tool
Catch your breath bitch, yeah I'm in that new Mariah
Everybody on me with that five on the side
Shotgun shawty holdin down the whole half
Young Soulja Boy make the trap go ham
Yellow diamonds on me, yeah bitch I paid cash
500K, Mr. Digital Dash
Digital digital, everything digital
White wrist black chain, Soulja Boy I'm gettin 'em
Killin 'em killin 'em, everyday I'm rippin 'em
Put your lighters up, kush up racks up (TAKEOFF)
Young Dre, I do it big
Scarface mansions, that's how we live
Great bentley, but I got to do it in
Right shawty mane I had to put it in
Put in work in on the fuckin block
Yellow diamond brightlin, fuck a clock
Soulja Boy tell 'em yes I'm posted on the top
Mixtape bunking oh my God I'm so hot
Hot like a bitch, everybody know my name
Red bentley bitch, call that shit fire flame
Soulja Boy tell 'em, oh my God I bring the pain
VIP monday night, making it damn rain
Splash, cash yeah it's me
Yellow diamond shawty, 100 for a key
Soulja Boy tell 'em, I might charge a fee
Walking through the hood, everybody notice me

"2Milli"


[Intro:]
The Best Rapper Alive.
Weezy Say 1 Milli I Say 2.
[Laugh]
This my new album "the deandre way"
2009 is over. 2010 is here!

Listen
Yo!

I did what I wanted, niggas did what they could
A lion wouldn't cheat but a Tiger would
I only keep real niggas in my stable
A million dollar chain, I'm feeling like Gucci's label
So icey I really don't care
Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square
Had to cut a couple bitches, them niggas need stitches
I'm getting money out the tree y'all niggas getting switches
Similar to Nas, I need a mic though
Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do
They pass me the game like Tom Brady
These rappers chances looking slim just like shady
Niggas locked behind my bars I'm taking out prisoners
Sit back relax recieving my residual
Think this song is dope shit wait til you see the visual
Please brace yourself this shit about to get critical
Let it be known I got rappers on my hit list
I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas
Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick
I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch
Since day one man your boy been the truth
Broke so many records like I'm in the glass booth
Like I'm in the glass studio breaking out barriers
Back on crime I was screaming out Ellen wood ? area
nigga I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be
I'm screaming I'm the best till these rappers kill me
Make the people feel me like the blind men do
On your girl head so much like her favorite shampoo
I'm traveling where I want, soulja's vacation
My mind is so free, ? proclamation
I'm so hot, haters evaporating
6 bitches on my dick I'm elimidating
I'm high every friday just like smokey
I'm spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke
Hit stick with the flow just like Madden
I'm so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin
I spit hot flames bitch just like a dragon
And my pants saggin
Spell it backwards niggas
Niggas get heated when they see the coupe on
I don't give a fuck got my Pyrex suit on
I'm a keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me
I'm cooking up the game bitch yeah I got the recipe
You ain't gotta like me just please respect it
Hip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it
Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres,
I'm a keep spitting til they crown me the best
The rap games a mess, let me clean it up
It's a pigsty they going ham give it up
Flying down the highway a million on the dashboard
You can't start my car up unless you got the password
I'm something like a prophecy spit so properly
When my album drops watch how many rappers copy me
Haters opinions are obsolete
Don't make pop music so it ain't no pop in me
And my brains a bitch where she at when I need her
Ya pack nines, I pack nine kilometers
Ya did'nt want beef why would ya start it
Cameras flashing like you walking down the red carpet
First you was nameless now I'm a make you famous
Hit you with the stainless and leave your ass brainless

"30 Thousand 100 Million"
(feat. Lil B)



[Chorus]
Thirty-thousand Hundred-million, all my niggas go so crazy in this fuckin' building.
Thirty-thousand Hundred-million, all my niggas go so crazy in this fuckin' building.
Thirty-thousand Hundred-million, all my niggas go so crazy in this fuckin' building.
Thirty-thousand Hundred-million, all my niggas go so crazy in this fuckin' building.

[Soulja Boy]
Word around town I got bitches on my dick (Soldier!)
Word around town I got cameras taking pics (Cameras!)
Word around town mane I'm hot than a bitch (Scorching!)
Word around town I spent 3 million on my wrist (True Story!)
Word around town I spent 12 million on my crib (Foxtail!)
Word around town bitch, thats just how I live (Simpset!)
Word around town bitch my dick taste like ribs (Simpset!)
Word around town bitch, what happened to ...

[Chorus]

[Lil B]
S550, drive with my swagger, hoes on my dick cause I rock like Mick Jagger
10 on my hoe, and I'm sharp like a dagger, pineapple shawty and my bitch look like an actress
Young based god, flex bitches on my dick, young based god, tell police suck my dick
Playboy mansion, chillin' with Hugh Hefner,
West Berkeley nigga, waterfront on my sweatshirt
(You feel me?)

[Chorus]

"360"


Smook [x3] Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, SODMGdotcom
White lam' that's, swag
Pull up to the club, I pop tags
Lil' Dre or Lil Smook?
360 bands, panoramic roof
I'm the truth, the boy swag hard
Black car white tint, oh my Lord
V.I.P status, all night partying
When I hit the club, Ima shut this shit down man
This right here a rich nigga talkin
See my in the club. there's a rich nigga walkin
A badass yellow bone, and she on my side
And when I leave the club, she gon hop up in my ride
That right there, is fuckin SWAG
Hop up in that 2012 black jag
Lil Dre' or Lil Smook?
360 bands with the panoramic roof

360 bands, with the 360 bands
With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof [x2]

See me in the club, that's a rich nigga talkin
See me in the streets, that's a rich nigga walkin
When I'm in my hood, that's a rich nigga trappin
When I'm on the mic, that's a rich nigga rappin
See me in the streets, all them trap niggas dappin me
See me with the club, yellow bones its catastrophe
Oh my God, Soulja Boy you goin ham
I pull up to the trap, that's some rich nigga goons
Rich nigga rims, yeah them bitches 24
Iced out brightlin got me stuntin on you hoes
That right there is poppin my tags
Step off in the club and I make it rain dollaz
Make it make it rain cause I came with the swag
Drop top benteley with the 360 tag
Poppin in the club, white team status
Ballin all night, Ima shut this shit down man
Young lil dre' or young lil smook?
360 bands with the panoramic roof [x3]

360 bands, with the 360 bands
With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof [x2]

And I step inside the club
That right there is a rich nigga hug
And she wants me to bust off on her back
Took her to the crib and let the pussy drip
That right there is poppin my fuckin collar
Fall off in the mall and bought everything you had
Oh my Lord, Soulja be be goin ham
Pull up to the hood in a rich nigga door
Rich nigga rims, its them 24
Going so hard, see them rich nigga clothes
Black and white diamonds, oh my God I'm shining
That right there is how to be stomp
That right there is how you flex
Ice plus ice plus, neck
Lil Dre' do his thang
Twitter at SouljaBoy I'm the fuckin man
I said 360 bands

With the 360 bands [x2]
360 [x2] Panoramic roof
I got ya DJ Holiday..

"4x"


[Hook:]
Soulja [x4]
Say it 4 times 'cause damn I'm taking over
Soulja [x4]
Say it 4 times 'cause all my chains are golden

Soulja boy swag soulja boy
I'm pulling up fresh fade 3 cut juice deuce
Soulja boy who? soulja boy
I'm pulling up 10 chains on time to fuck let's do it
I go to work I go in
Pull up with a Gucci car got a fucking subscription
To Givenchy I shop
Go in and pull apart in a auto shop and a porsche shop
And a body shop and a rim shop and a polo shop where I'm going
I'm in a polo lobby eating shrimp soulja tell 'em I'm rich
Pull up I'm a sad vision juice 2 juice juice with a bad bitch
Talk shit talk shit but can't have him
My lifestyle it's extravagant
My bad bitch on the right side
She yella bone I'm a go slide
I pull up big tires, big rims shy south to side
Break just out the sim set just out the west side
We in this bitch nigga the guns can't best us
Drop the fucking juice to em benz by
Swagging hard I pull up
I got a movie I'm poured up
East to pin nigga east to pin
I got the jewels soulja poured up the dooze
This juice too, this juice too, this juice too
This juice deuce, pull up on flexin in my hood
I phone textin I be driving swerving so reckless
I'm this shit nigga I'm flexin'

[Hook: x2]
Soulja [x4]
Say it 4 times 'cause damn I'm taking over
Soulja [x4]
Say it 4 times 'cause all my chains are golden

It's time to work
Pull up fresh as fuck fly here a lil upon the earth
White cell on my T-Shirt gucci on my backpack
I down went hard like the motherfucker cash stacks
Swagging hard bitch I'm soulja telling you no impulse
All to the club all that God damn money we blow it
Them stripper hoes they love me because I'm pretty never ugly
I tat my face and I'm still pretty I'm swagged up and I'm sadiddy
Don't give a fuck I know Diddy I know 50 I got the juice
I pull up I'm 2Pac, what it do nigga what it do
Swag splash jewels drill bitch nigga all of that
Ocean ganging this motherfucker
Sip so much lean had a heart attack
Juice

Soulja [x16]
Swag

I'm actin sadiddy [x2]

All these rappers can't fuck with me
I pull up and I'm eating beats
I'm fresh as fuck when I'm in the streets
I go hard on every beat
Got gold carats up in my teeth
Nigga talking shit up in these streets
Getting shoot down up in these streets
I put a body up in the ditch
Juiced too up in this bitch

"5013 Intro"



DZ
BZ
Sergeant

Fifty nigger, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's nigger
I mix that purp with them bins nigger
Fifty nigger, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's nigger
I mix that purp with them bins nigger

My nigger yawn low did a lot of stag
That lour brief case that's a lot of money
I hit the blog with a tonic chronic
You see my closet, that's a ton of money
These niggers talking but don't know the words
What a riot all my niggers instead of flipping words
For what your, I grind hard
So every time you see me bitch I shine hard
Rolex, that's fifteen
Whole block, about ten bins
Infrared on the silencer
Disrespect yawn low on my silencer
It's Soulja Boy in the funny ocean
Go low dead wiping Bentley slow motion
Middle finger to the fucking sky
I'm getting money, counting bread while I'm stupid high

Fifty nigger, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's nigger
I mix that purp with them bins nigger
Fifty nigger, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's nigger
I mix that purp with them bins nigger

I walk outside my office everybody work
Five thousand bins, two pounds of purp
Time to hit the pussy nigger, the way it hurt
If you standing on this earth bitch go to work
In my turf we get in there first
Pull up, top off, her pussy get moist
She in love with the street nigger
And we in love with that beef nigger
Fuck, what you heard is fifty nigger
Thirteen fuck around and rip you nigger
My young nigger's getting in quicker
Go low they Louie interior
Bitch I'm hungry I'm a take the pipe
Bitch I'm hungry I'm a break the Plock
Fuck what you heard bitch we going up
Niggers see my new chain start throwing us
Fudgy allows when we rolling up
Point at the Z nigger when we point up
Numb the shooters when we showing up
Number ocean gang toed up
Fuck what you heard he's a lour nigger
Fuck what you heard he's a lour nigger
I get it in just my dill wound
I get it in just my dill wound
Fifty, thirteen, bin
Hurt with them B

"AK47"


AK47 [x4] Nigga
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Lay it down nigga
Boom, Boom, Boom
Clear the room [x3]

Nigga thought it was a game until he said he want to beef
I run inside yo momma house and shoot that bitch off in her teeth
I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet
Fuck you and your whole street, Soulja Boy gone bring the heat
You bitch ass niggas know my name, I'm in that bentley fire flame
Pussy niggas SOD'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 remenice about up in the younger day
Now I'm in the rouger way and niggas lookin funny man
If you want the beef I'll pull the chopper and I'm stuntin mane
I'm flashing with the AK
Might fuck around, throw a grenade
Soulja Boy I'm so damn brave
I'm in that A, I'm on my street
Every street know me, isn't a street don't know me
Zone 1 to zone 4 to zone 6 is on me
Shout outs to Gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

AK47 [x4] Nigga
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Lay it down nigga
Boom, Boom, Boom
Clear the room [x3]

"Alien"


I came out the water
Go and place your order
Fifty thirteen [?]
Never gave a fuck, I don't never move sloppy
I'm getting money, must be Illuminati
Cash on deck bits
Niggers get the fuck back
Niggers we, roll bitch
Sweaty shit is sinking in
You niggers ain't listening
I'm towing that chopper
Every dime I got is glistening
Came out the ocean bitch
I swear that I'm immaculate
Alien territory
Call my [?]
Snatch a bitch
Call my
Slap a bitch
Call your sleazy
Yeah that be me neither
I don't give a fuck is easy
Call on young Jesus
Red and blue diamond
Like the police siren
Money gagging staging you niggers [?]
Niggers on fire
And this SOD
Pick up all your TV up and your 3D and I move it
Niggers talking shit, I'm an alien
Came out the water in that space-ship
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Bitch I'm an alien
Bitch I'm an alien
Came out the water in that space-ship
Came out the water in that space-ship
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
I swear when I ride back
[?]
Nigger talk that shit
Soulja Boy dressed in Camel
Stand a clip up on me
I might shoot you in your face
All riding [?]
I'm an alien
Bitch suck my dick
And she came and her face was Australian
Never gave a fuck, I'm a kingpin
I sound twenty five fuck two ten
I'm living in a morrow
Twenty twelve yellow balls
Make that bitch swallow
[?] nigger fuck what you getting
SOB that be the team
Fuck what he taking
Fuck what he talking
Fuck what he got
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck around get shot
Anything that you own I'm a get it too
Anything that you want we can get into
[?] I don't think these niggers hear me out
Louis Easy I don't think these niggers hear me dog
Agoff I don't think these niggers hear me dog

"All Black"


[Intro:]
All black!
Niggas want...
Soulja Boy!
Niggas wanna see Soulja Boy
That's all we do man, we gon grind hard to get this money
Okay
Oh yea
Yea
Salute!
Stacks on deck, SODMG
This ya boy Soulja Boy
You know what I'm sayin?
Foreign
That nigga too deezy

All black, all black, all black, all black
You know it' a homicide when you see me in all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
When I pull up Maserati black (scoo!) all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
It' a homicide when you see me in all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
I'm gonna sing it, yellin Maserati all black

[Verse 1:]
Wussup? Got them stacks, 25 – make it back
If I spend it man you know that Soulja gonna make it back
All black, all black, all black, all black
Homicides, suicides, shoot the dice, chain a wreck
Racks on racks, stacks on stacks
Back up in the trap
It took me a long time to come into this fuckin shit
Pour it up, flexin bitch, 24, I'm on my grind
I'm standing on my 2 feet, Louie, Gucci
Fendy, Rrari, Lamborghini on the scene
And paparazzi snappin pictures, my face is on the magazine
All black, stacked stacks
Back to back, motherfuck that I'm getting racks
SOD, I went and tatted that

All black, all black, all black, all black
It' a homicide when you see me in all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
Posted on the scene and my Maserati all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
It' a homicide when you see me in all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
Posted on the scene and my Maserati all black

[Verse 2:]
Walked in, stepped in
50 bottles, bring em here
Stay Soulja Boy, money in the fuckin air
Got bricks in this bitch, diamond chandelier
Too many K damn each day I'm out of here
This my year, what it be?
SOD, PTE
I'm rolling through the streets and everybody know about me
Tatted on my neck and chest
I'm the best, what it is?
Everybody know that Soulja Boy is worth 30 mill
Pounds in the backroom seat
Bricks in the attic, niggas hatin on me
So I had to let em have it, what?
Whole crew savage, your main bitch a ratchet
AK-47, I'm a motherfuckin blast

All black, all black, all black, all black
It' a homicide when you see me in all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
I pulled up to the scene and my Maserati all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
It' a homicide when you see me in all black
All black, all black, all black, all black
I pulled up to the scene and my Maserati all black

SOD man, Soulja
What can I do now?
All the girls on me man, you know what I mean?
2013 shit, pretty boy swag
You know SOD
Stacks on deck man

[Outro:]
I'm fuckin with that nigga
Ridin round getting figures
Niggas mad cause I fucked that bitch, man
All black, all black
All black, ha ey
I be too fresh man, you know
5000$ on a chine, on a shirt man
2000 out on the pants
It' a homicide when you see me in all black
Yo Soulja bring the jury box out my nigga

"All Black Everything"


[Chorus:]
All Black Everything
All Black Everything
All Black Everything
All Black All Black [x4]

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Black cars black cars
I'm so legenary
Black beatiful girls put they numbers in my black berry
All black fellas bruh everything is legit
All black everything, I'm feelin like an eclipse
Souljaboytellem yea that's my name
All black diamonds in my Lamborghini chain
My chain look like lighting my beats sound like thunder
Black and white mix mane I'm feeling like Obama

[Chorus:]
All Black Everything
All Black Everything
All Black Everything
All Black All Black [x4]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
I'm black everything man I try to warn them
Check out my grill
Real talk on my head like my time man
All black everything feeling like a blind man
No where near my prime no optimus
You can keep trying but it ain't no stoping us
My lyrics cold I'm hearing with my outta-tune
Hustle man tallity extra milk that cows will eat

[Chorus:]
All Black Everything
All Black Everything
All Black Everything
All Black All Black [x4]

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Aw man I'm swagged up
Black on black jewely when I hop in the car
Music are blastin' the cameras are flashin' and
The people be screamin' because I'm a star
SOD M-O-N-E-Y G-A-N-G I'm killin' the game
We holdin' the recipe all black everything
Even my pinky ring never say who are we looking the jewelry
c double o for 7 365 all black everything till i say otherwise
howtherwise do man but nobody knows
i b so high but flow so cold and im so new and y'all so old
they play my song all across the globe
all black everything reaping so heavily
ready they better be these girl ain't feelin you SolllJaaa

"All Gold Everything"



Soulja
Oh
OK
OK

Gold all of my chain
Gold all of my ring
Gold all of my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Bitch bitch bitch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Bitch bitch bitch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Gold all of my chain
Gold all of my ring
Gold all of my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Bitch bitch bitch

Gold Rolex on my wrist
Yellow diamonds, look like piss
Pussy can't swag like this
I got money, I'm like Prince
Bitch nigga, bitch ho
Fuck you talkin? I'm froze
Standin in the VIP with Ocho Cinco
OK

Gold all of my chain
Gold all of my ring
Gold all of my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Bitch bitch bitch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Bitch bitch bitch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch

King Soulja, King Soulja
These bitches love King Soulja
I pull up in the gold Rover
With a gold Bentley and a gold Rollie
Shorty say she want fucking me
Sucking me, shitting me
Bitch you gotta fuckin be kidding me
I get money every day
It's not a joke, it's not a game
Gold all in my grill
Gold all up in my ring
Lot of gold in my fuckin chain
And I do this every week
Gold on my fuckin car
Gold on my Jesus piece
Red chain, red ring
Black bitch, I do it
Y'all niggas ain't flexin
Y'all niggas ain't checkin
Y'all niggas ain't cakin
They stackin that money
I get so much money
Bitch, it ain't shit funny
Pull up, hop out
Wuddup hoes? Wuddup bitches?
I'm on, my niggas rich
I'm rich, we whip this shit
Fuck with the clique, we do this shit
Got a new car, got a old car
I'm smoking purp like it's caviar
SOD Gang, we do this shit
Y'all niggas just new to it
Bitch I've been with this fuckin gutta shit
Since '99 D with this gutta shit
Up in high school, with some tattoos
And a lot of jewels, fuckin with my crew
Bang bang, bang bang
Swag swag, nigga swang swang
You know what's up with me
SODMG, Soulja the king

"All I See Is Bandz"


[Hook:]
All I see is bandz,
All I see is lotta bandz
All I count is bandz, all I count is bandz
All I see is a lot of bandz
All I see is a lot of bandz
All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz

[Verse 1:]
Rolex on my wrist, that cost me 3 chickens
Catch me in my Scarface mansion and I'm water whippin
Ridin through my city and you know I keep that pistol
Soulja Boy official, official like a whistle
Niggas hatin on me then I make er fuckin pop
I'm ridin through my city screamin motherfuck the cops
Every other day Soulja Boy be on the block
Niggas think they fuckin with me but they really not
Ridin through my city with the toolie, fuck the ops
We do this every day, shout out to my nigga Hox
Pull that pistol, make a nigga goin hopscotch
My ice on cool, ice on froze, bitch I got guap

[Hook:]
All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz
All I see is bandz, All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz
All I count is bandz
All I see is bandz,
All I see is bandz, All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz

[Verse 2:]
Flooded, touchdown, clip point, gunplay
G5, takin off the runway
Goddamn, Soulja Boy is so paid
It ain't nothing to me, I Louis V my shade
Niggas still hate but it's not a problem
AK-47 in the thrower way revolver
Man I thought I told ya
Call me big Soulja, black Range Rover
AK under the neath the couch unless he want the pressure
My lil niggas oppress him, ridin down Gresham
Finessin and flexin, bad bitch textin
You in a fuckin Lexus, I pull up Bugatti
2 pistols on my... you know what it is
2 ounces on my dick, you know what it is
We bout our bizz, catch us in the fields
SOD money gang, I do it for real

[Hook:]
All I see is bandz,
All I see is bandz,
All I see is bandz, All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz
All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz
All I see is bandz, All I see is bandz,
All a nigga is bandz

"All The Time"



Soulja
King Soulja
Turn up
Yuh
Stack on deck
SOD, yuh

All the time, all the time
Getting money, fuckin bitches - I do that all the time
All the time, all the time
Buyin clothes, poppin bottles - I do that all the time
All the time, all the time
I wake up in the morning, I see dolla signs
All the time, all the time
Cashin out in the mall - I do that all the time

Cashin out in the mall - I do that all the time
Pull up in that Rarri, girl look they mine
I be going hard, seeing dolla signs
Have the 8 on my shade like a nigga blind
I'm ridin in that Bentley and that's foreign thing
Still inside this club and I make it rain
Cuban links, that's my choice of chain
And medusa all in all my rings
Every day I step I kick like Liu Kang
50k over in a day, I do my thing
On my trap shit so come rock with me
Everybody in these streets is watching me

All the time, all the time
Fuckin bitches, getting money - I do that all the time
All the time, all the time
Hit the mall, cash out - I do that all the time
All the time, all the time
Fuckin bitches, getting money - I do that all the time
All the time, all the time
Wake up in the morning, I see dolla signs

Steppin out – Polo on my sneakers
SOD money gang is coming through yo speakers
Hunned K, in one day I copped that on Versace
Burberry, Louie, Gucci, Fendy and that drop me
I got everything on me worth about a million
Put em in that jury, all this shit here lookin blurry
Everything icy, everything icy
I be so fresh smoking kush in my whitey
Having so kush, it ain't going anything
Beautiful Rari when I pull up on the scene
I got a couple foreign wrists on my neck
When I wake up in the morning, headed to a check
I know every bank, and I'm strongly getting guwop
SOD gang, I know you won't stop
She say she want lean, she say will pop one
I be rollin fresh, flyin like a helicopter

All the time, all the time
Fuckin bitches, getting money - I do that all the time
All the time, all the time
SODMG bitch – all the time
All the time, all the time
I wake up in the morning, I see dolla signs
All the time, all the time
Bitches getting money, I do that all the time

"Alotta Bandz"


[Intro:]
Soulija, hey Soulija
What's happening?
Hey Soulija, what's happening?

[Hook:]
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (catch) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (sway) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (Soulija) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I got lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I got lots of bandz

Money in my hands (dance) blow it like a fan (Gucci)
I get lots of cash (Louis) keep a lot of bandz (Versace)
Ride in Bugatti (Camel) she twerking like Molly (Fendi)
I may getting money (Prada) money with the Molly (Rory)
Fly autopilot, kick it like karate (Soulija)
Japanese sway (sushi) old kemosabe
Hot like Wassabi (Tokyo) stepping in a party
You're a diamond, Shawty, and you're all an Aston Martin (winning!)
Follow by Ferrari, I do not say sorry
Ferral got my bill, I can't help myself!
Versace, Versace, Versace!
Givanche is all on my body
That's our deal, money can't reach nigga party.

[Hook:]
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz (roary) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (Hublo) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (Michael Cross) I get lots of bandz (throw 'em at them)
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I got lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I get lots of bandz (follow)
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz (Soulija) I got lots of bandz

Tats on my body tats
Pulling up to the party, I'm here!
Yellow diamond Shawty, pulling up a Ferrari (she's stripping)
Ferrari' Bvlgari, damn, I do not say sorry, amen!
I would never say that I'm sorry, cause I'm balling lots of' (Soulija)
Soulija boy get guap drink, never ever will stop
Money, I'm making it rain, diamonds is all on my chain (I'm tweeting)
Step inside the club and I'm kicking it like I'm Lou King
Freak, step inside the club and I'm kicking it like I'm Lou King

[Hook:]
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (free bricks) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (Soulija) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, (damn) I got lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz (yeah) I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I get lots of bandz
Lots of bandz, lots of bandz, I got lots of bandz

"Anime"


[Quick tiny burp]

Anime swag, I'm flying like Goku
Anime swag when I pull up in that old school
Anime, drop pants; anime, wrist and chains; anime,
and everything; anime.
Gucci skin; anime, my backpack; anime,
That h-pop with glock cut that's anime,
Oh my god anyway, I'm ballin' up that avenue,
Anime swag, and I'm throwing money at the roof.
Anime everything, anime Beiber chain,
Harombom platinum dongs with the aramow,
All that every day, anyway, I'm anime.
May I ask what you niggas pay,
Smokin' up a pound a day.
Everything, everyday, everything; anime.
Lookin' at a nigga fleshed up like anime,
Lookin' like death note, chop it till your down throat,
S.O.D. money get gang like lipo.
All light white coat, anime dad dog.
Yeah I'm anime, swagged up like: yeah dog.
Saw four dogs in the rows when I rode through,
Rolls roice black, and I'm looking like Goku.

[Another tiny burp]

Anime, everything; anime.
Digital watch, digital clock, digital splice, addoday.
I'm hiding in the kitchen, cooking up that anime.
Anyway, eat the cake, like your name Anime.
Anyway [tiny burp] anime, I rich chain anime,
I fuck that bitch; anyday. Quick 30 seconds day.
Heada hitta quick lick daddy for a long time,
S.O.D. get that money game yeah we on boy,
Anime everyday, anime arrombow,
Animae cellophone. Gotta Matt Harrombow.
Make a call, drop it all, S.O.D. get it in.
Anime drop tops, I'm lookin like Vegeta man,
Arookin like Gohan, lookin like Piccolo,
Lookin like: anime, lookin like Deaf Note.
Lookin Case Closed, man I'm poppin bottles,
Anime drop top, I look like Inuyasha.

Yo, back on the track, it's the anime master.
Holes on my dick, Cowboy Bebop when I'm blastin.
Soulja boy tell'em that my swag everlasting.
Pikachu diamonds, anime floskas,
Man I'm gettin money and I'm out there ballin.
G-flight jet, trump shoot like I'm ballin.
Marvel vs. Capcom, Soulja vs. the world.
I'm fuckin all your baby mama, anime in hurr.
It's so hot in this motherfucking club.
I anime it up, can't nobody fuck with us.
S.O.D. boys man I lookin like I am the guy,
I dont give a fuck, a million dollars, I'm a samurai.
Yeah.
Soulja.
Soulja Boy, anime. Anime anime anime.
Yeah.
Uh you can do this one.
Yeah.

"Ask Around"


[Intro:]
Uh
Yuh yuh
I say that you ain't gotta ask around, gotta ask around
Ain't gotta ask around, gotta ask around
See the word around town
Is I'm ballin hard (yuh)
Ey ey ey

[Hook:]
I say you ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
I bet ya boy, you know I've been ballin hard, I've been ballin hard
So you hit the molly, make a movie, do a shoppin spree
So I got all that money and all the cheese up on me
So you ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
You ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
And if you ain't even heard, better ask around, better ask around
Yea, ah yea
Yea

[Verse 1:]
Pullin up, Las Vegas to the villa
Money on my neck like I'm thriller
Red jacket with the zips like I'm Jack
Ridin through the hood in my Bentley, almost caught a flat
If I spend it then Soulja gonna make it back
100K in one day, man I make that
Forbes list check it and you'll see my name
Yea, I'm getting money and it's Rich Gang
Yea, you gonna see a lot of cash on me
Yea you gonna see a nigga splash on me
55K, man that's nothing dawg
I don't sell dog food, I'm a boss
Pull up with the top missin
Diamonds dancing on my chain and my watch glisten
SOG, Rich Gang, we connected
Worldwide with the mob and we well respected

[Hook:]
You ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
See ya boy, yea I've been ballin hard, I've been ballin hard
So we can hit the mall, make a movie, do a shoppin spree
When I hit the mall got all this money up on me
I say you ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
Nah you ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
And if you ain't heard go ask around, go ask around
But you don't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
Nah

[Verse 2:]
Pullin up, interviews with the president
I'm blowin up, Soulja Boy tell em
Dead presidents throwin up
Money out the ass, I flash and pass digital dash, the Bentley I crash
I'm from the future, no past
And she say no mas
I'm getting Dre for cash, fo sho, full stacks
40K for a verse, 50000 for a fuckin beat
Every nigga hatin on me they can kiss my feet
Red bottoms, red car, full throttle
Auto pilot mileage, Soulja tell em, no stylist
Chillin on the island, money pilin
Brought designer, Givenchy and Kanye shoes that you can't find
I ball so hard, I go so HAM
They call me Flocka Soulja, I got so many M's
Bands a make her dance, Soulja make her cum
Bitch I'm getting cash and I don't carry one

[Hook:]
You ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
Yea you know ya boy, I've been ballin hard, I've been ballin hard
Oh we can hit the mall, make a movie, make a shoppin spree
And I got all this cheese and all this cash up on me
No, you ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
You ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
And if you ain't heard go ask around, go ask around
But you don't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
Nah
Nah

[Bridge:]
If you ain't heard go ask around, go ask around
But You ain't even gotta ask around, nah you ain't even gotta
Nah you ain't gotta know
No, no
No, no
Okay
Oh

[Hook:]
You ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
You know ya boy, I've been ballin hard, I've been ballin hard
We can hit the mall, and do a shoppin spree
And hit the mall with all this cash up on me
No, you ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
You ain't even gotta ask around, ask around
Gonna hit the mall, make a movie, make a shopping spree
You ain't even gotta ask around, gotta ask around
Nah

"Bad"



Shit, I'm ridin around, Louie on my belt
And I'm ridin round the city in a foreign whip
She say she bad
Hop inside my whip
She say she bad
Girl come on over here

And just fly away, ride away
We can get gone, yea we can be gone
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright

Ridin round, Louie on my belt
And I'm ridin round the city in a foreign whip
She say she bad
I pop in my whip
She say she bad
Come on over here

And just fly away, ride away
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright

Hope inside it, go, here we go
Ridin in a Ghost, take a toast
Baby girl you bad and I don't even have to boast
Baby girl you bad and I don't even want the most

Take you cross the road, we goin on a foreign trip
Red bottom Sace walkin in a foreign whip
And she ridin in a foreign whip, foreign heels
She say she bad
Well hop up in my whip

See I'm ridin round, Louie on my belt
And I'm flexin through the city in a foreign whip
She say she bad, hop up in my whip
She say she bad, come on over here

And just fly away, ride away
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright

See I'm flexin through the city with my clique
Baby girl, she say she hot
Well come on over here
She say she fly, well ride up on my jet
She say she fly
Well come on over here

And just fly away, ride away
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, yea

Yea
It's alright, it's alright
Alright, it's alright

And we rollin rollin rollin
Gone gone gone
And we rollin rollin rollin
It's alright, it's alright
Yea

"Balenciaga And Red Bottoms"


[Intro:]
Soulja!
All I, do is count bands count bands bitch
Run up on me get your ass fanned bitch
M-16 get yo ass blam'd bitch
Ridin with my gang we go ham bitch

[Hook:]
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms

[Verse:]
Uh, rockin Balenciaga hop a rari
Uh, hop up out the rari rop a Maserati
Uh, thirty on me shawty shootin up the party
Aye, run up on lil soulja hit you with this forty
Aye, I be goin ham trappin out the state
Aye, runnin all this dope through the United States
Aye, and the next day I bet I beat the case
Aye, aye, aye, shoot yo ass up in yo face
Aye, ridin round town like I'm in a race
Aye, run up on me wrong get hit with this K
Aye, who the fuck is you I ain't seen yo face!
Aye, shoot that fuck nigga dump him in the lake!
Aye aye, I be ridin round catching plays
Aye, you don't know bout dre I shoot in broad day
Aye, call the cops boy you ain't safe
Aye aye, catch you slippin knock out yo face
Aye, I be ridin round with that fuckin
Aye, run up on me wrong you could die today
Aye ay, on God shoot you in yo face
Aye, shoot you in yo face yo neck all of day
Aye, I'm a shoot a nigga like repeatedly
Aye, run up on me wrong you get RIP'd
Aye, knock you off yo feet tryna play with me
Aye, King soulja rich gang and UFB

"Bandz On Me"



I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these racks on me
I got all these stress on me
Keep all of these straps on me
Catch me in the club and I'm rocking Ferragamo
Catch me in the club and I'm balling like Orlando
Balling like Orlando catch a private jet
And then we land in Toronto
Everybody know that Souljia Boy land 100 thou
Keep 100 thous call be Souljia Guapo
Money on my pockets, true religion jinx
When I am the same
All the girls say that I'm the first they ever seen
When I'm in the club and they all throwing hugs
When I'm in the club and we all pour it up
When we pour it up, pouring up the bottles
Rocking Ferragamo, call me on Ferro
I've been shot to Lambo and I catch out
I've been shot to Lambo and then I smash out

I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan

Keep a lot of bandz on me riding in a Benz
250K on riding in a tan
Semi-high tan and I grip the foreign whip
Hundred on the deal I can show you how it is
Show you how I live, know we popping bottles
Louie on my combo, André he flash hard
Catch me in the club and off the kick stand
Racks all in my hands
Baby girl all that she wanna come in fast
I keep a lot of bandz, bandz in my pants
Keep the true bottle, what's your true religion pants
I got all these bandz that you're rolling off a zap
Keep a 100 thou racks stick it in my pants
When I'm in the club and I'm off the kick stand

I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I got all these bandz on me
I got all these bandz
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan
I throw it in the club and I blow it like a fan

Bandz, all these bandz
Throw it in the club
Blow it like a fan
I got all these bandz