"Lebron James"



I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 66, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James

Balling on you fuck niggas, you fuck niggas (don't know you) I know you suck
Catch me in the trap with no fuck
I can't be with the niggas, I can't deal with them
I stay off in some new Louie danced in em
Goddamn I'm paid, rich gang
Stacks on deck (stacks on deck), money game (money game)
I'm in the hood with bout 6 chains (with bout 6 chains)
Riding with that 6 I'm hard in the paint
James, swaggin like I'm James
10 gold chains, your bitch know my name, my name, my name
So much money off this plane
I'm in the trap, you know I'm sellin cane

I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James

Ridin round the set, you know that I'm the king (king)
Iced out, got a brand new ring
You knowing what it be, niggas can't see me
Stacks on deck bitch, I'm repping SOD
Bitch I'm coming with that heat, leave you 6 feet deep
What you know bout Dre, jerk that k off in your face
I'm riding through the hood, Lambo juicy case
It's Soulja Boy for real, I flip that script I'm paid
Bitch call me James, you niggas lame
Coming through the hood, flat like Novocaine
Flexin on you lames, shitting on you lames
You fuck niggas broke, all my fucking niggas paid

I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Bitch I'm ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James (go go go go go)

Ball Scoo
Ball ball swerve shoot
Go
Aye shout to my nigga Lil Keese
Ball bitch, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James nigga
Go go go go go (flex flex flex)
Scoo
2013 new Buggatti, 2012 Bentley
I'm LeBron James
Go go go
Young & Flexin nigga
Aye aye

"Lemme F"


Yeah
Mane this song right here for all the sexy ladies out there mane you know what I'm sayin
Soulja Boy Tellem

It's some hoes in this house, if you seem 'em point 'em out girl I'm lookin for your body, I want fuck you in your mouth

[CHORUS:]
Lemme fuck some, lemme fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some
lemme fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, lemme fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, lemme fuck some bitch

I'm in town for the night, you ain't gotta fight
You said you wanna fuck, and it just got hyped
Come and spend the night, I show you how I live
This smoke got dem fantoms and a huge ass crib
I put you on coden, I put you on good weed
I love you cross the sheet, and then I beat ur ass to sleep
Lil Dre off in these sheets. Imma fuck her for a hour
I Bust a couple nuts and then I hop off in the shower
She suck a boss dick, cause I'm a SOD boss
And I pull off in the fantom wit the top chopped off
I do my thang bitch, I make it rain bitch, I want some head
Yeah I want some fucking brains bitch, you know my name bitch, you know the clique bitch, we fifty rich bitch, mane we doing this shit we hit licks

[CHORUS:]
Now Lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch

Let me hit hoe (hoe) Let me hit Hoe (Hoe)
Once I fuck , Imma kick ya right up out the door
You know how it go, SOD hoe
I fuck ya in the face cuz I got a bank roll, a stupid bank roll
Lemme fuck some, I call my partner over here, he tryna bust some, he tryna fuck some, all night hoe, hit it from the back, get that pussy right hoe, I want it wet bitch, good sex bitch, if you ain't know soulja be the best bitch.
Fuck the clique right, hit it all night, then I fuck around and sip some of that dirty sprite, I hit it from the front, I hit it from the back, I hit it in the Benz and in the Cadillac.

[CHORUS:]
I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I'm tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some yeah yeah

"Let Me Get 'Em (ShootOut)"


[Intro:]
Ayyee, this ya boy soulja boy shawty. I gotta new dance for yall,
you gotta do the poole palace, then take yo arm and pull the trigga finger
you know wat im sayin.

[snare drum roll]

[Chorus:]
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
Nah Shootout
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee

(Soulja Boy Tell Em)

[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my pants, posted on the dance flo in my pimpin stance
it aint the same thang do my dance is a stinga, you gotta rock smoothly and pull ya trigga finga.
Im wild on da dance flo, yea i got fans, im doin poole palace and dey lookin at my hands,
Im bout to do my dance, but naww you cant stop that, i crank my dance up and then i let my glock cock back.

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2:]
I see em on the dance flo, dont know how to act, tryna crank my dance but that dance dont match.
Soulja Boy up on da scene you know its firred up, Hold Up Wait A Minute Whind Me Up.
Im gettin buck, and yeen know, cuz imma crank the shuffle and then do the mary-go.
I tell em stance on deck (YEP), dance on deck (YEP), fo all yall who hate, i got hands on deck

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3:]
After ya get real low then rock on ya toes, rock side to side and do yo dance on da flo.
Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout)
After ya get real low then rock on ya toes, rock side to side and do yo dance on da flo.
Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout)

[CHORUS]

[Leading Halfway to End at Fast Pace]
Shoot It, Shoot It, Shoot It, Shoot It,.. Shoot It, Shoot It, Shoot It...

"Let's Be Real"


[Verse 1]
Jumping off the roof
God damn, where's my parachute?
Pretty boy goons
All we know is money and the loot
40 on my troop
80 drop top, I'm on the loose
Fuck the F.B.I. and fuck all the Army troops
Fighting for what, bitch? Be your own man
I be flying through the clouds
With green like I'm Peter Pan
I be so damn high
Man, you don't understand
I just talked to God today
I said "Give me another chance!"
So I'm back in the hood
And I'm trying to flip the bands
I done put the double cup
And pulled up the kickstand
Now the hoes on my dick
Cause the tats on my hands
And my hand gripping wheel
Behind the 2012 van
Mane, I pull up in the truck
And my goons duffled up
Got the bricks and the kush
In the loud pat whaat
Mane, you know what's going down
When I pull up in the drop and
Everybody on me
Cause the album just dropped
Mane, the Juice mixtape
Got the hood on fire
I'mma keep hitting licks
Til my young ass retire
And I'm posted in the back of the coupe
I'm on fire
If a nigga think he got me
He's a goddamn liar!
And I'm posted on the wall
Like a god damn fly
I'm a young pretty goon
You can see it in my eye
I done hit 20 licks
And I can't tell you why
And I can't tell you where
Got goons in Delaware
Knock your heads off your shoulder
If you try to think I'm scared
Mane, I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em
Bitch I tote the infrared
Got the tats on my neck
Got the tats on my chest
Got the Super Saiyan Swag
Yes, my goons off of this
Mane you hoes talking down
But you really don't know
Got a couple bills that'll
Get your ass knocked off the globe

[Verse 2]
Gucci better, Louis Kicks
I can't even talk no shit
Young Soulja Boy, I'm on the block
I'm looking like 5o bricks
Walking like a walking lick
Talking like a chicken coupe
Running round the city and my goons
Are on the fuckin loose
2012: yes, salute!
Money sitting in the booth
Drop-top Phantom
Converted to a Benteley Coupe
Switched the Lambo truck
For the brand new Audi though
100 million dollars got me walking like Shawty Lo
Walk inside the studio
I promise I'mma get it in
50 kick shawty
Soulja Boy, I'm bout to bring em in!
Drop top Lexus I done flipped into a Benz doe
S.L. 56 siggin on 4th of July doors
I think I don't know Young Lil Dre
I dunn swagged for the summer
Got the presidential Lambo like I'm
B. Obama
I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em
I'mma swag til I'm dead
If you didn't know, I'll put some money on your head
Got tats on my chest
But I won't tat my legs
Got money on the purp, yeah you heard what I said
If your boy is talking down
I might pour the infra-red
Got my young boys with me and
He doing like Simon Said
If I tell him 2 words
The he gonna make a move
Tell me what's a goon
Too pretty, what it do?
And I post on the block, and all my goons shoot
Young Soulja Boy Tell Em
Shout out to my troops
Yeah they riding for the boy
And we swag to the city
Got 400 rappers and the city fuckin with me
Got my young boys trappin
On the Westside of Atlanta
Got so many cars
I think I'm Tony Montana
I'm connected to Australia
All the way to Alabama
Got the goons holding on me
Gucci bandana, I be walking in Miami
With the Louis on my sandals
Niggas hating on young God
Cause he hot like a candle
AK-47 shooting, hit, ay, hold your man too
Hit your mama and your daddy
They crying at your funeral
Mane, we shooting up the funeral
Ain't nobody even scared
Got the young boys with me and
They shooting for your head
Young Soulja Boy Tell Em
I dunn tat my whole arm
Got 40 on my wrist and I just rang the alarm
God damn I'm on fire, pull up in the Benz
And I shitted on the world in the year 2010 woo!
The most songs in the rap game nigga!

"Life After Fame"


Tell 'em we got it!

[Hook:]
Life after fame, life after fame
Everywhere I go they know my name
Riding down the road, goal on my chain,
Life after fame, life after fame.
Life after fame, life after fame.
Riding down the road, go on my chain,
Everywhere I go they know my name
Life after fame, life after fame.
Life after fame, life after fame.
Everywhere I go they know my name
Riding down the road, go on my chain,
Life after fame, life after fame.

I'll switch your lane, I'll switch your lane
Everywhere I go they scream my name
I'm riding down the road goal on my chain
And everywhere I go I do my thing.

Two Cuban links hangin' on my name
I'm in her for a wheel, head it to admit it,
Everywhere I go, they know I'm flexin
And everywhere I go I play with G's

[Hook:]
Life after fame, life after fame
Everywhere I go they know my name
Riding down the road, goal on my chain,
Life after fame, life after fame
Life after fame, life after fame.
Everywhere I go they know my name
Riding down the road, go on my chain,
Life after fame, life after fame.

I'll switch your lane, I'll make you rain
Step inside the club they scream my name
Thirty bottles up I made it rain
SOD we steppin in the money game
And everywhere we step flag
Rounding round the limbos and private jet
Happy now the 80l Atlantas plat
They say soldier boy you on, I love the flag

Life after fame, life after fame.
A 150 thousand on my bucket chain
Life after fame, life after fame.
SOD gang go on everything.

[x2:]
Life after fame, life after fame
Everywhere I go they know my name
Riding down the road, goal on my chain,
Life after fame, life after fame

Everywhere I go they know my name

"Loaded"


[Intro:]
Damn, huh?
Huh?
Huh? Huh?
Nigga nigga
Get yo motherfuckin boss on the phone fore I Soulja
Soulja Boy nigga

[Verse 1:]
Ridin through my city, bout to hit a lick
Bout to fuck all on this nigga bitch
This nigga mad, he get his weed spliff
30's in the cut, he'll get his shit split
Ridin and I'm loaded, I'm loaded
Ridin and I'm loaded, I'm loaded
I'm flexin bitch, I'm loaded, I'm loaded
Got that 30 bitch ass loaded, it's loaded (yuh!)
Got that choppa, Soulja blowed up
Nigga don't call my phone unless you pouring up (uh)
Smoking on this dope, money going up
Hit the fuckin secret, son they throwin money up
Damn damn damn, I'm the man
Click clack, yea I'm so bam bam
Outside the van Soulja go damn
I pulled up in that Bentley, that's a quarter mill
Versace all on me, paparazzi all on me
Yo bitch all on me, cause gonna rip it SOD
Rich Gang, MG all up in these fuckin streets
5 star general, get yo fuckin hit list ready
Cause Soulja Boy comin, choppin less can let it

[Hook 1:]
Soulja loaded loaded loaded
Ridin and I'm loaded loaded loaded
Got that choppa and I'm loaded loaded loaded
Last night I was loaded loaded loaded
Get money, loaded loaded
Uh, I'm loaded, I'm loaded
Loaded loaded, Soulja Soulja
Loaded loaded, get money aye

[Verse 2:]
Bad bitch with me, Gucci on my feet
Red bottoms dog, Soulja kill the beat
Soulja kill the beat, Soulja Boy kill the streets
Soulja Boy stack this gwap, nobody fuckin with me
I cash out, I'm going splurge
50K on my watch, fuck what ya heard
SB getting gwap, flip a couple herb
Every time you see me, man I'm sippin syrup
Yea, ye ain't even know it
100K on my watch, ye ain't even know it
Yuh, ye ain't even know it

[Hook 2:]
Last night I was loaded loaded loaded loaded

Loaded loaded, I'm ridin and I'm loaded loaded loaded
Got that 9 and it's loaded loaded loaded
Last night I was loaded loaded loaded (Soulja, uh)
Yea, loaded loaded, yea!
Loaded, loaded, uh uh
Last night I was loaded,
Got that choppa on me, I didn't know that thing loaded, loaded yea

[Outro:]
Yea uh
Uh uh, it's Soulja, it's Soulja
Soulja
Yuh!
Yea!
Rich Gang
Uh uh
Uh uh
Loaded loaded, Soulja, Soulja
Soulja
Stacks on deck, Rich Gang
Yuh yuh, uh
Uh uh
Uh yea uh yea
Instagram dot com slash Soulja Boy
SODMG
I'm in the trap, zone 1 west side uh
Dre
Dre

"Look At Me"



Look At Me, Now Look At Me
Crank Dat Soulja Boy

Y U Trippin 4 Im On Da Dance Flo
I Got A Brand New Dance For My Fans Folk
U Already Kno, Wut Da Buisness Be
Front Right Left Snap And Dey Diggin Me
Now U Kno Its On
When Dey Play Dis Song
Dey Start To Dance Even When Dey Hear Da Ring Tone
Now U Can Look At Me
Daz A B.E.T
I Gottem Jumpin In Da Club When Dey Hear Da Beat...

Now Look At Him, Now Look At Me
He Doin My Dance All Wrong, Un Huh He Cant Get Like Me
Im Clean In Dis Thang Soulja Boy Yeah Im Super Fresh
It's D.H.B Stupid Read Da Name Across My Patnaz Chest
Dey Hatin So Hard And They Do Wanna Stop It
But Dey Can't Do It So All Dey Do Is Copy
My Name On My Shades So Its Fame On My Frames
Im Bout To Rock So Hard Dat My Neck Be In Pain

Im Bout To Do Dis Dance, All On Da Flo
And Ima Crank Dis Dance To My Big Toe Swole
First Im Jig Slo, Den Im Lean Fast
Den Ima Crank Dat Shootout And Let My Hands Blast
Den Ima Switch It Up And Crank Da Roosevelt
And Pool Palace To Da Flo Like Nobody Else
And Now Dey Askin Me How U Dat Dance
I Show Em One Time Urrbody Doin My Dance

"Look What I Just Did"


[Intro:]
Rich Gang, Rich Gang
Foreign 2 – The Movie
Soulja
That nigga too dizzy

[Bridge:]
Look what I just did
I just locked down the whole trap
Bricks, nails, ounces, deuces
Ridin with that pistol strapped
Look what I just did
I just took over the whole trap
Nails, bruces, deuces,
Block, bricks, balls, I got it cocked

[Hook 1:]
Look what I just did, Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just (took over) locked down the whole trap
Look what I just did, Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just locked down the whole trap

[Verse 1:]
Soulja Boy be in the street, damn he's been killin shit
Soulja Boy been on the beat, damn, water whippin bricks
Keys have 5 9's, damns, king of bricks
Lil Soulja got the juice, bought 100 by the truck
Bedroom, cock it damn, let them nuts hit yo back
I'm runnin, hollow tips explode
Lock and load, nigga let's go
Word around the 4, Soulja leave yo body cold
And my Cuban Link is froze
I ain't gotta tell you and you know

[Hook 2:]
Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just locked down the whole trap
Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just took over the whole trap

[Verse 2:]
Word around town Soulja Boy got them fuckin bricks
Word around town Soulja Boy don't make nothing but hits
Word through the city, take a 5, scratch it to a 4
Word round town I got them bricks for the Shawty Lo
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, take off from outta space
Word around the town, 50 racks, my lawyer beat the case
Damn, Soulja Boy, I'm rich, I was go
Soulja Boy, I'm high off dope
Ridin through the Cinci road, zone 1 and zone 4

[Hook 2:]
Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just locked down the whole trap
Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just took over the whole trap

Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just locked down the whole trap
Rich Gang, Rich Gang
Look what I just did
Look what I just did
I just took over the whole trap
Soulja, Soulja, Soulja
Look what I just did
I just took over the whole trap

"Love For The Streets"



Y'all really know man that real shit
Fifty thirteen shit
Twenty twelve shit
Type a shit that be going through my mind like
When I'm seeing dollars sounds like
Gold bars are obstacles I climb
Illuminator haters find light
And they shitting on them niggers too
That's why I wake up feeling like the truth
And that nigger won't be stopped
Hard hustle, just to take the pot
Niggers scheme every day
Just to make a plot
Read between the lines
And connect the dots
Yeah we living in tomorrow
Twenty twelve, Bentley clip
Full of hollows
Them niggers getting it in on the battle field
Ten chain, five rounds, soldier lack of fear
Who knows man? This just might
Fifty stars, thirteen stripes
Making history on a daily basis
Some people love it
Some people hate it
I see it in their faces
You got the right grind
I'm not trying to get left on the sideline
So every think I wake up to thank God
Check the guide lines on the damn ground
A pin is on my timeline I'm putting it out
Real music's from the very start
And I do it fucking big cause they say I couldn't
And I do it even bigger cause they say I wouldn't
Rolling numbers with a pair of dice
SODMG that's paradise
I'm going out
Smoking as I flow
Me and y'all got this rap shit in the yo
Couple helicopters, cribs and a boat
Who the fuck's stopping us?
And they pointing blocks for us
Standing outside all night did a lot for books
Can't take nothing away from me

"Love Money"
(feat. Big Sean)



[Soulja Boy: Intro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Souljer, (aight) souljer, souljer (ok)
We in this thang (aight)…(Soulja Boy Tellem)
You already know what time it is mane
(Skurt, Skurt… Skurt)
We Back in here.
Uh,

[Chorus]
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin’,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin’,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

[Soulja Boy]
L-O-V-E M-O-N-E-Y,
Cop the true religion tee,
And threw 300 in the sky,
Polo shoes on my feet,
And my pants are saggin’,
Looking so pretty,
You would’ve thought I was a faggot,
Watch the hood get it,
Cook it like chicken,

And I got the combo,
And it came wit biscuits,
And I got the combo,
And it came wit biscuits,
And I got the combo,
And it came wit biscuits,

[Chorus]
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

[Big Sean]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why everything green is good for me?
I met these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be,
Six mile that’s just the hood in me,
P my ghetto poetry,
Im getting high and rappin’ that’s flowetry (flow-e-tree)
Is that a green carpet? Now the whole floor a tree.
I swear to GOD aint no hoe in me,
But im in a hose,
Im prolly in ya’ hoe, (in ya’ hoe)
Aw shit there go a staple,
At least you know my bitch centerfold,
I belong in the Guinness,
From worldstar I rented,
Don’t fuck with these niggas,
Im fuckin they misses,
Im stacking my money,
My money get interest,
My interest get business,
My business get bitches.

[Big Sean: Outro]
B-I-G,
I do it,
Boi, boi,
Boys and hoes stuntin,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,
You aint getting moneyyyyyyy,
Haaaaaaaaaaa,

I do it,
Finally famous getting,
Finally famous getting,
Money and bitches,
Money and bitches,
Im getting money and bitches,
SOD!!!…Good,

That Detroit player shit,
Man I just did a show,
That’s why my muthafuckin voice gone,
B-I-G,
Sean Don, That’s my nickname BITCH!,

I don’t love bitches,
I just love money, (Yeah)
I don’t love bitches,
Man I swear I love money,
SOD!!!,

Soulja, Soulja, Soulja,
B-I-G BITCH!,
Prolly got yo bitch in the trans nigga, (hahaha)
Again,
Yeah,
Shout out my nigga sed ink,
I do it, (yeah)
Cool aight cool.

"Love Soulja"



Yea
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
King Soulja
King Soulja
Rolex, hold that Lamborghini
Jesus piece for my Bentley
SOD, fuck

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, I drink lean until I'm throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so just close it up

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so close it up

I pulled up and in a Mulsane, tatted up like Lil Wayne
Party catch like Bergman, black Bentley swerve man
Hold up your runnin man, where is your Rollie man?
I don't see your Rollie man, you gotta have a Rollie man
You ain't swaggin, pull some, throwin up some gang size
I rock it in this pocket, I close my eyes see dollar signs
Maserati parked in front, paid it like taxes
I don't do the actin, I do it for the ratchets
I got mo money than these motherfuckin actors
You think that you know us, 3 mill on my tour bus
Keep that kush smoking, keep that molly rolling
Keep that lean pouring and keep that cash flowin

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, I drink lean until I'm throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so just close it up

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so close it up

SOD got cash bitch, 200 in the stash bitch
400 in my new bitch, 100 in my last bitch
And I'm smoking gas bitch, you gotta be a bad bitch
You heard what I said ho, you gotta be a bad bitch
If you ain't got no ass bitch, then I cannot smash this
Man you got me laughin, catch him up in traffic
SOD, we stackin, all them pistols packin
You knowing where the beez is, Soulja Boy fa real

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, I drink lean until I'm throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so just close it up

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so close it up

"Macklemore"


[Hook:]
I'm getting money like I'm Macklemore
Got a lot of money, it's coming through the door
I got a hundred bands on the floor
I got Louie V, and I got Michael Kors
I'm getting money like I'm Macklemore
I got a hundred bands, coming straight through the door
I got money all across the floor
I got versace trench coats and I got Michael Kors

[Verse 1:]
I be riding in that foreign whip
Hop up in the whip, I'm walking in the whip
Thirty bands and that's on my hip
I keep a couple bad bitches, I make them strip
I'm getting bands like I'm Barack Obama
I did had the game locked for like six summers
I got a dirty gun in that hummer, and your girl want me to ask for her number

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
We make it rain when we hit the club
My rims so big, it make my tires scrub
I got a Bentley, I park it in my house
I got a big whip, hanging all out
I do 360, then I'm [?]
I got my gang on now, we going fucking ham
I got a fucking bad bitch, we got a lot money
I got a lot of fuck niggas, they be hating on me

[Hook]

"Make My City Proud"


[Intro]
Ocean Gang, oh God
SODMG we in this mufucker man
Souljer
Swag took over the rap game man
Straight up man

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my neck, tried to reach it? Suicidal (Huuh)
Long banana clips, but that only for survival. (Uh)
Ocean Gang niggas wit me, lookin for my rivals
Standing on the TV screen, yeah, I will supply you. (I will supply you)
Red diamond chain, shouts out to the west coast (Westcoast)
AK cocked back, and I'm aimin at the boy throat. (Swag)
Chicago Bulls snapback, yeah I make it classy (Classy)
Hoppin out the phantom, its the black swag daddy. (Daddy)
Gold grill, chain, and you know my pants saggin (Lets go)
Standin in the club, and you know I make it rain tho. (Lets go)
Lookin so handsome, the girl called a taxi
Word around town, that bitch was leakin thru her maxi. (Souljer)
Ridin thru my hood, and I'm lookin like Obama (Yuah)
12 shotguns and I'm ready for the thunder. (Haa)
Young Soulja Boy, man I came in harder
Man I swagged, took the rap game. You know that I started it
Young Dre my name, Nike McFlys got me lookin like I fell out the mufuckin sky (Huuh)
Soulja Boy Tellem, why would I lie? I be standin on cloud 9, got damn I'm so high
Took the bitch to the hotel, and blew the bitch back out (Huuh)
I hopped up in the Ferrari, race off. I took the track out. (What)
Soulja Boy Tellem, I'm all up in the air
I got so many diamonds, neck like a chandelier. (Oh God)

[Refrain]
You know its goin down, Speakers turnt up loud
When I'm in a crowd, You know I'm turnt up now (Turnt up)
Ocean Gang or drown, In ya fuckin town (Uh)
Word around town? I'm so hot right now!

[Hook]
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud (Ayye)
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I'mma make my city proud (Ya digg)

[Verse 2]
Word around town, I done copped a gold bracelet
The penthouse sweet, got me on some Scarface shit
Bitches too basic? Get the fuck back (Uuh)
I be in LA, wit the automatic strap. (Yuhh)
Yellow bone beside me, she put head of in my lap (Lap)
See I'm ridin thru my hood, its like casino shootin craps. (Lets go)
Soulja Boy Tellem. Red shirt, I pull the vert off (Take off)
When I pull up in the club, I make the hoes take they shirt off. (Take off)
Swag on deck, man I swag so immaculate
Money on deck, I flip the money like a spatula. (Shoo)
Soulja Boy Tellem, man my swag so spectacular (Souljer)
Swag so cold, like I'm standin in Alaska bitch
The matte black Maserati, I set it on dubs
Had 40 K cash, when I stepped in the club
S O D, Ocean Gang. Everything on us
Keep my eye on these rappers, trina snatch my plug
20 12 red Bentley, wit my swag turnt up
24 Forgiatos, and it make my tires scrub
Take a knee everyday, and then I take the man above
When you see me on red carpets, thats that Bape on my glove. (Oh God)

[Refrain]
You know its goin down, Speakers turnt up loud (Aaey)
When I'm in a crowd, You know I'm turnt up now (Swag)
Ocean Gang or drown, In ya fuckin town
Word around town? I'm so hot right now!

[Hook]
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I'mma make my city proud

"Mean Mug"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Soulja Boy:]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk shit I will kick your door nigga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent:]
AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you fuck with my lil nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya
Keep thinking it's a game, nigga's ain't playing

[Soulja Boy:]
Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain
A nigga talking all that shit
Y'all niggas cannot represent
Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla nigga
Split ya I deal with ya

[50 cent:]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life nigga
I won't tell ya twice
Bitch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me
These hoes they be all on me
They can't help that they want me
They want me back

[Soulja Boy:]
I'm on another level, bitch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent:]
Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me
Bitch you not worthy

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who?
Rob me? nigga we gon rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs
Nigga fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug
Nigga fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug
Nigga fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug
Nigga fuck your mean mug

[50 cent:]
When I'm trippin' I'm twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin'
I'm iced out, bitch my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count all this paper I be gettin'

[Soulja Boy:]
Any fucking game nigga pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws
I'm money over all, I don't really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

[50 cent:]
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop
From the balls to the top
She must do this shit a lot
She's a freak she's a pro
Got that paper it's a go
Bring the Kush, bring the dro
She might bless ya on the low

[Soulja Boy:]
Man, That's why I pick you up off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew
Bitch is you fucking clown
Get the fuck back nigga
We up in the club
High as fuck, talk shit and you gon get dropped

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Yeah, misery loves company nigga
I send you to see your dead motherfucking homies

"Michael Jordan"
(feat. Sean Kingston)



Young Millionaire, young millionaire is the movement
Young millionaire, swish, swish

I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha

Yeah I'm ballin, I'm ballin'
Money like Spalding
And you know that I'm riding in a foreign
And you know I'm a ball like Jordan
I'm a ball like Jordan
I'm a ball like Jordan
I'm a ball like Jordan, just like Michael Jordan
And the rest wyle out when we pull up to the club
The otha girls runnin' up to me and they wanna give me a hug
Say rich gang where we claimin', pullin' up on 20st thug
Cause y'all don't look like a car show
Got money all on us
Hey, say we got money all on us
I pull up in that truck
And know just they wanna fuck
Hey, hey hey hey
Woah woah woah
Swish, swish

I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha

Money, they be fallin' out my pocket
Pharaoh gama belt with the Louie wallet
I miss smashin' this designer from China
I got a bad bitch and she rock designer
Said I'm ballin', money, it be callin'
Ridin' in a foreign, look like Michael Jordan
All this money comin' like and it is well, a fortune
Money comin' in, I build a ton and I torch it
All this money comin' in, you know she like my style
Pull up to the club, you know I flex like this 1000
Money it be stackin', it ain't nothin' that I'm pillin'
I'm pillin', money I be pillin'
That Ciroc got her wylin'
She be on the island, she be wylin'
And she know that I'm a trendin' topic
Money I be guapin', Pharaoh got more shoppin'
Ground floor shoppin', young soulja be guapin'
Swish swish

I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha

"Molly With That Lean"


So, Soulja
Ohh, on the b, OH PUT THE B
And I got to drink
We know I do my thing, money game

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.

[Verse 1:]
Molly with that lean rolling through the streets
Man I do my thing, thing boy I stake, boy I stake
Boy you know I'm packing, ya'll boys playing
Pull up in that porsche, like what you really sayin,
Do this every day day, do this all the time, time
Now I'm on my hustle, man I'm on my grind
In a big time, say I'm in a big time I'm in a big leash,
Oh no so you stay, and you in the VIP
A minute in the streets, man I'm in your fucking girl
Take her to the crib, molly roll, molly roll
With that lean, with that lean, with that smoke, with that smoke
I'm on the yacht, I'm on a boat

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.

Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean

[Verse 2:]
On the B, strugglin out the club
Stumbling looking for my keys, keys
Hop inside the Porsche swerving almost free
Rolex on my wrist so let's hole it up if you pay pay
It's rolex game game
It's what I play, I pull her lover 20 racks in my pocket
My pocket, what I'm running with the lean like I'm fossy, fossy
Again again, yeah money and you niggas can't stop it, stop it,
You can't stop it, can't stop it,
Say I'm a king, I'm a king
All the girls in the club say I'm clean, say I'm clean
I wake up in the morning do my thing, do my thing
And your girlfriend right here she on a bin, she on a bin
She on a bin, molly with the lean lean, with the lean

Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.

"Money"
(feat. Sean Kingston)



[Hook:]
Money gain
We pull up and ballin
We pull up in porsches
I got lambos
Got lambos and phantoms
Got maybachs and rolex
We pull up we stuntin'
Know time is money
Know that we stuntin'

[Verse 1:]
My team, my team
Got time with it
Now that they be by now a movie scene
Pull up in porsches lay pass in bounty
Polos and rolex my team get money
Pull up I'm stuntin'
So that we get money
Money gain ye we flexin'
Pull up on slow mo
You know rocking polos you know we ain't be
You know it's my team
Talk money so D, lost that trolley
I got gas in that lean
I got lambos and bees
I got lamborghici murc'
Pull up red paint
Smoking on purple, sipping on drink

[Hook:]
I say we pull or we stuntin
Pull up in the porsches
Got lambos and phantoms
Got maybachs and rolex
Money we pulling
Know time is money
Know that we stuntin'
We getting money

[Verse 2:]
For my team, sound with that lean
Got 9 with that beam
Shoot a movie scene
You know that we stuntin'
Time is money
We on in bucking
We all get money

[Verse 3:]
Time is money SOD
Much now be the team
Bout the green bout the dough
Niggas talk chas kill 'em with the flow
Off the top off the top
I ain't gotta call man I own the lot
I don't go to club man I own the spot
Them niggas talking but I'm getting guap
I'm a real badman from Jamaica
That's your girl man I might just take her
Service shots just like the waiter
House came with a elevator
I'm ballin' out, ballin' out
Bet you didn't know that I'm representing south
Got alot of money got alot of dough
Niggas talk chas so I kill 'em with the flow
It's a freestyle money going up
Ye it's gold now niggas talk chess
So it's going down gotta chopper out
Ye it's going down on this lesser deed
Time is money and we getting all
And we getting all this money
And we getting all these hunneds
Man start the show we getting money
Man it ain't nothing to a G
Freestyle but it ain't shit for free
Got a chopper and my niggas with me
Load it up ye we getting tipsy
And we getting this money
And we getting this dough
We pull up in whips
Say what we taking their hoes

"More Than I Can"


I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain't ever going broke

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

[Verse 1:]
I'm talking Lambo's, Hummer Trucks, Bentleys and all of that
Pulling up Mercades at the parting jet
It's Lil' Dre AKA Soulja Boy Tellem
Two mill off a tour somebody get em
Everyday we hustle and we hustle hard
You ain't got the check put it on a fucking card
Niggas show respect cause a nigga living large
Respect the hustle pulling up like El Debarge
All white everthing in the parling lot
Nigga drop the top in the parking lot
Mixtape dropped and it's downloaded
Kush in my lungs damn near exploaded
Fake rappers around damn near exposed them
Lil' Dre everything on me frozen
20 karats Bugs Bunny mad at me
10 chain 5 ring the swag daddy

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain't ever going broke

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

[Verse 2:]
I got million dollar thoughts
You can hear it in my voice dog
Hear it in my raps
You can hear it in my chorus dog
Pulled up drop top
Panamera Porsche dog
Everbody looking at me
Soulja Boy done went hard
Yeah I done went ham
Doors up don't slam
Real shit
I done came out
Going ham
Young Dre
And I ain't ever going back
Made it out my situation
Now I'm smoking loud pack
Million after million
Buck after buck
Every dollar counts
So I'm stacking that shit up
Come in to my mansion
I got cash to the cealing
It's the money making mission
And I put that on the building
S. O. D. Money Gang
Tell the feel it
Tatted up my whole chest
Felxing my campaign
S O D got damned
Ten racks
I made it rain
Two straps
In the rap game
I'm Max Payne

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain't ever going broke

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

"Movie"


Yeah, Ima show you how to do it for real
Yeah this ain't no game
That's on everything

Yeah it's Smooky
I always wanted to be in a movie [4x]

Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
I got on white jeans
Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
That's on everything

Yeah Smooky, Smooky
Ride around town wit yo girl, it's a movie
A movie, a movie
Put the camera on me
Oh my God I got all this jewelry on me
Swag turned up, I can't even put it down
Riding thru the city, yes I know you hear the sound
Smook this smook that, word around town
Oh my God my lamborghinis found
Zoom, yeah I'm gone
The king on my throne
Smook dawg smook dawg, done smook'd off
AK 47 dropped off, stashed off
In my stash house, by the last house
Yeah I always want to star
I always want to have the cameras posted on my car
I always want to know, who the hell they are
Hanging on the star, thats somethin that you aren't
I'm like

Yeah it's Smooky
I always wanted to be in a movie [4x]

Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
I got on white jeans
Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
That's on everything

"Moving"
(feat. Agoff)



Swag
No instruments
Yaw read no nigger
Cash everywhere
Sushi
Truck
Forty million salary
Just like the NBA
All white every day
Like I’m in the KKK
Came with the door
With no instruments
I’m swimming
Young Soulja Boy
Gives a fuck
I keep it pimping
Hate on me
Chewing at my enemies
Right down ocean drive
And Agoff is with me
Sinter is empty
Looking like I’m on him
Everywhere I go
Splash cash like I want it
Fuck what you heard
On my turf
That’s the west side
Cause I came out the ground
Just like the oil
Niggers don’t want
Their motherfucking thermo
Five hit your never list
Tell the hoes we’re spending click
Ocean Gang
Twenty twelve I’m splash
What the fuck you heard?
Came with the cash bro
Money on my chain bro
Easy
Everywhere is easy
Yeller diming busy
Make that shit look easy
I’ll freeze it
I’m frozen
Third eye open
Came with the forty clip
Like I post her
Oh your sister wants my face
On the poster
I swag on my shoulder
They case is
You’re gone nigger

Rustling, hustling, grinding, jogging
Working, working, moving, cooking
Plug it, plug it
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
I love it, I love it
Love it, I love it
Shots out to Agoff
This is no instrument

Came out the water with that fifty clip
Soulja I told you
Fifty stars, American flag
Goddamn, I came here
Alien on my pants tip
Versace, watch me
Shush, shush, it’s nothing
Ain’t even planning
Ain’t even playing
All that I know
Twenty twelve we going to make it
Rubber band wrist
Just made it

Soulja, Soulja, jogging, jogging
Working, hustling, moving, moving
Grinding, grinding
Shots out to Agoff

What’s all the keeve
This is no instrument
Agoff ain’t got to prove shit
I hustle hard
I don’t got to talk about the money
Cause I got it boy
Five star general
Ocean Gang
Got the money niggers
Can’t fuck with
Now I’m on some harder shit
Cali life, live it
Hustle everyday
Do this shit
Bitch is pimping
Man I’m from a hole
Another motherfucking dimension
Came out the water
And I don’t even got a mansion
Bitches on my dick and shit
I don’t give a fuck them nigger
Talking heat and leaks and shit
Bitch I’m still positive
Ride alright until the end

Hustler hustling, jogging, jogging
Working, working, moving, moving
Soulja, Agoff, Soulja, Ocean
Hustling, moving, jogging, jogging

I came with the master plan
Forty records I understand
Young Soulja Boy
Goddamn man I’m busy man
Been a fan
Yeah I know you like this
Yeah I know I’m high stoke
Try to get like us
It don’t even matter
I be posted up
By the lake hallows
Still penetrate
Don’t make me demonstrate
Goddamn I been on this … kinky
Goddamn I been on the trade
Where you lay
Goddamn its Agoff
Go ahead and take off
Don’t want a nigger to cook
The play saw
Goddamn the play saw
Just like a horse shoe
I’m on you
Young Soulja Boy came out
Just like forty two
Goddamn I’m thirty three
Goddamn I’m twenty one
Riding round with fifty
On my neck
List a golden one
Holler, holler
Pimp pop his collar
Bitch on the strove
Rigging word
I get dollar
Moving, working, Agoff, Agoff
Soulja, Soulja
Go ahead and take off
No instruments, no instruments
Look kiss is filthy rich
Soulja Boy got fifty bricks
No instruments