"Performance"



Performance
I got a pretty good performance
When I'm standing on the stage, they screaming my name
and they lookin at the diamonds inside of my chain
Performance
I got a pretty good performance
When I'm standing on the stage they lookin at my chain
Everybody know what I rep is the money gang

Back again, with the shit
SOD gang, God damn we make hits
Got a hundred 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 my name
50 up, go ahead and go and make it rain
I'ma do this, let's do it
I'ma go ahead and throw it
You fuckin know it
Now watch me blow it
Turned up to the max
Let's do it fuckin big
I'ma take to my city and show you where I live
Down with them killers, they'll cut you down to half
Everybody know I got a hundred on the map though
One mil, two mil
Three million dollars
Mansions, ballin
Soulja pop them collars
and everywhere I go man you can't follow them models
They taking pictures of me cause I stay poppin the bottles
I stay in gollados, I stay wit the models
I stay in the club, SOD poppin olives
and you know what my name be, you know what the gang be
You see the fuckin chain mane, you know that shit crazy

Performance
I got a pretty good performance
When I'm standing on the stage, they screaming my name
and they lookin at the diamonds inside of my chain
Performance
I got a pretty good performance
When I'm standing on the stage they lookin at my chain
Everybody know what I rep is the money gang

Looky here, I'ma show these niggas where we fuckin be
Looky here, tell 'em that we gettin 400 g's
Looky here, everything is iced with flat screens
Looky here, oh my God Soulja Boy done trampolined
and jumped off the damn map, then jumped off the damn trap
and jumped out the hood and put the set on the damn neck
Now go and run and tell 'em boys that we ain't backing down, nope
Got them fuckin rounds, yeah a hundred of the ammo
Soulja Boy my name, dressed up in camo
I'm hunting all my chains, yes I make hits
Yes I'm with yo girl and I made her suck that dick
Hundred on my whip, God damn I be the shit
I'm still 1up, I'm still set to rob
I'm west side on simpset, I'm 'bout to put it down
You niggas know my name
Buckhead yellow diamond shawty drop top range
Le-go

Performance
I got a pretty good performance
When I'm standing on the stage, they screaming my name
and they lookin at the diamonds inside of my chain
Performance
I got a pretty good performance
When I'm standing on the stage they lookin at my chain
Everybody know what I rep is the money gang

"Pharoah"



I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
Rolex on my wrist, man, it cost a new Camaro
Flexing through the hood, flexing through the ghetto
Young Soulja Boy, I'm dunking, man, I feel like mellow
Flexing through the hood I know this bitch know me
Balling on these niggas, man, I feel like Kobe
These niggas don't know new me or they know the old me
These niggas don't know the new me or don't know the old me
I'm feeling like an igloo, all my ice is frozen
These niggas sway, jacking hard, they swag is stolen
I'm hopping out the whip, I'm rolling in a foreign
I'm in the club, VIP 'cause I'm very important
All this gold got me feel like a king
Ride through the hood with 30 bricks and a G
All this gold on me, I'm feeling like a pharaoh
I'm shooting at the club so all you niggas get low
I'm coming out the water strapped up just like Rambo
And Soulja Boy be fresh, I post it up in camo
And all these niggas know that I could duck a kilo
AK 47, tell these niggas duck or get low

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh

I got all this gold on me like a pharaoh
All these money on me and I keep on getting it
Y'all can start guaping man, I'm getting millions
Wake up in a money swag, like I killed them
Shoot money out the roof, word around town SODB sipping on the juice
Pouring up a four and I'm pouring up a deuce
I got that Actavis and it came in by the two
They came and got me, know that Soulja Boy be balling, too
I'm riding through the hood, now everything is new
So gold on my neck, you can look at the chosen
Man, I peet, ain't a fool, I still talk the tune
Versace backpack, I ain't sitting on 22s
So much money, bitch, I could've bought the school
Pharaoh

"Phone Call"


[Hook:]
I got a 100K on my left wrist, I got a 50K on my right
I got a whole lot of kush in this bitch, I'm 'bout to make me some dirty sprite
And if a nigga try to fuckin' rob me, then nigga gonna die tonight
Call all my fucking niggas up, and tell them it's time to ride

[Verse:]
See Zaytoven that's my nigga, I've been fucking him forever
Pull up on the block, like I'm Floyd Mayweather
100K up on my watch, all these shots in my Glock
If a nigga diss me, I'm a blow his fucking top
SODMG man, I put that on the map
You catch me in that white Ferrari, and I'm riding with the strap
You catch me in that red Bentley, and I'm swerving off the map
You catch me in my bitch whip, she got a jag that's matte black
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, and you know I'm getting guap
Bitch I'm panorama, I catch a fucking block
It a'int nothing to lil Soulja, cause I do this shit a lot
Shout out to my boys, they been holding down my spot

[Bridge:]
100K in the summer (aye)
300 bands in a hummer (aye)
Niggas hating on me, that's everyday
But I get money, I get money (aye)

"Pockets Fat"



I'm busting jugg, turn up, whay, hey
I'm making plays, young fresh nigga, boy
I'm hitting licks, everybody on my click we busting, turn up, turn up
All day, busting juggs, making plays
Bustin juggs, making plays
Bustin juggs, making plays
Bustin juggs, making plays

Bustin juggs, making plays, I got all these bands
I got racks everywhere, soulja boy I got zans
Got a new rollie, and I cope the new ap
Got all the bricks on me, and I got all the whips on me
Words to my mother, word to new york
Soulja boy stunner, kanye say new slave
While soulja boy say new chains
Man that boy be so fly, I keep shit like lu kang
Man you tripping nigga, go and tie up your shoe strangs
It's about time, that soulja boy come through shine
The 54s on my mind, get money that's all the time
I am not jay z, I'm not, I know how this feel
I know what I gotta do, I'm a turn up in this shit
My diamonds look like a light show
I'm getting cash, no typo
My iPhones no ice copin
And I'm on with no ice on
My girl go wherever I go,
I'm getting cash no type
Pockets fat no light bulb
I'm getting cash that's ice on
Soulja, yeah I be told ya, whipping the rover
Chicken and chiefing, I walk in the Bentley
The ball of the century, I'm a guap till it's empty
So... spray, I'm killing the camp out, boom, bang, bang
I pull up slangin em chickens, you know I do my damn thang
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My girl go wherever I go
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My girl go wherever I go

My pockets fat no light bulb
Pitchfork's like disciple
Riding through in that new lac
Swear my diamonds look like a light show
I'm getting money like tyco
I'm getting money like Tyson
I'm getting money like a billion dollars
Like a million dollars that's come soon
Vacuum all the guap, that's vetuceen, want on top
She want a picture, just panorama
On the pj in my new pajamas
Riding round with that fucking hammer
Gucci, louie, hermans, Versace'
World tour, I touchdown
They see my face, they fuck with me
I'm getting cash, I'm getting guap
Yeah the shit is lovely,
I stuff kush in my swisher sweet
Your girlfriend she came here to see
Gave 50k just to make her see
'Is on my feet

I could rock the cold chilla, Gucci to the sweater
Guap down to my shoes, finessing marting margello
Swag so clean, I should have signed on rockofella, jay z
I be getting cash, I could rock it acapella
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My girl go wherever I go
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My pockets fat no light bulb
My girl go wherever I go.

"Pour It Up"



Pour it up, pour it up

Pour it up, pour it up
Pour it up, pour it up
Pour it up, pour it up man

Walk in the club, I'm the man
All of these girls on me, they doing they dance
I'm a just smoking and choking
I roll and I roll it
She posing, she smoking, they know it's so potent
This Dre Dre Lamborghini
Pretty boy, when you see me
Walk inside the club, make it rain, something like a TV
Give her 3 wishes and she give me 3 kisses
And I brought 3 niggas so she brought 3 bitches
Haaa, she brought 3 bitches
Man, these girls going in, I'm a just tip that
I'm a just smoke this, I'm a just hit that
I'm a just sit back, cash and cake and watch her drop it
Pop it, unapologetic
Maserati, private jetson

Throw it up, throw it up
That's how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out

Pour it up, pour it up
Pour it up, pour it up
Pour it up, pour it up
Pour it up, pour it up

All these girls keep calling
All this money falling
This is what we do
This is what we do
Won't you falling out with the crew
Falling out with the crew, falling out with the crew

Throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up
Pour it up, pour it up
Pour it up, pour it up

Pour it up, pour it up
That's wussup
Throw it up

Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we while out

Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we roll out

Strip clothes and dollar bills
I still got my money
I still got my money
Patrone shots, gonna get a refill
I still got my money
I still got my moneyr
Strippers going up and down on that pole
4 o'clock and we ain't going home
Money make the world go around
Bandz will make your girl go down

"Pour Up'"


[Intro:]
Yea
Soulja

[Hook 1:]
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Got purple over here, got purple right there
Got purple over here and it's purple everywhere
So pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Got purple right here, got purple in my cup
Purple what I'm sippin on, I don't give a fuck

[Verse 1:]
Pour up, pour up
Turn up, turn up
Sippin on this lean
Burn up, burn up
Boy I'm smoking all this kush
I'm a promethazine fiend
True religion fiend
Pour up, pour up (Sippin lean)
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Soulja Boy the boss, yea I'm a king
Trinidad James - All Gold Everything
I'm a, I'm a player
I'm a pimp, I'm the, I'm the man
I'm a spend a rack, yea mix, I'm a make it back
Pour up
Sippin on this purple swag, on this purple swag
Got me movin kilos slow, woa, movin slow
I'm stunning off the club, walkin out the club
I'm hoppin in the Bentley, man pour me up

[Hook 2:]
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour it, pour it, pour it, pour it yea
Got purple over here, got purple over there
Purple in my cup, I got purple everywhere
So pour up,
Pour up, pour up
Pour up (what?), pour up (what?)
Pour up (what?), pour up (what?)
Got purple in my cup, purple in the air
Purple over here and I'm sippin on this

[Verse 2:]
Sippin on this lean, sippin all this lean
True Religion fiend with promethazine
I can make codeine, codeine
I could turn you to a purple swag fiend, Soulja juice
Have you walkin out, lookin for them paint
(We sippin Soulja)
Lookin for the bricks all day, all night
(We sippin Soulja)
I can pour up you some dirty Sprite
I can pour up you some dirty Sprite
(Soulja juice)
2 calls, have yo body feelin right
Whole lot of ice yea whole lot of ice
Go heavy on the ice man, bring a lot of Sprite
I'm a get you right bruh, I'm a get you right

[Hook 3:]
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
I got purple over here, got purple everywhere
I got purple over there, we got purple everywhere
Pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Got purple over here, I got purple in my cup
Sippin purple swag and I'm mixin purple stuff

[Outro:]
Pour up! Yea yea yea
Soulja, pour up nigga
HAM.
Foreign 2, bitch
Got purple over here, got purple in the air
Sippin purple stuff, got purple everywhere
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up
(I'm on tour sippin lean)
Soulja
Pour up!

"POW"




[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo City Release, Yet, Nope, Don't Think So.
Still Reppin West Side Till I Go.
Cicero Roll All Way Back To Da Fo.
When U Use To Post Up At The Green Sto.
With My Niggaz Up On Da Block, Waitin For Da Marta, Aint Have A Car Yet,
Lookin For Da Charger, Bout To Jump A Rail.
Me And My Niggaz, We Crunk As Hell.
Shot Out To My Nigga Antonio.
Ima Holla At U Folk,
24/7 We Blowin That Smoke.
Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope.
On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten Tall,
Me And My Niggaz We Gotta Ball,
Made It Rain In Da Mall.
In Da Mall In New York,
Get It Man,
Get It Man, Money Bout Da Business Man, Leavin No Wit It Man, 50 In A Many Man,
Get It Man,
Get It Man,
No I Gotta Get It Man,
Soulja Boy Started, Soulja Boy, Finished It.
Kinfolk Playin On Nintendo, Blowin On Da Indoe, Indoe,
Purp Out The Window, Kush In Da findo
Make A Nigga Get Low,
SouljaBoyTellEm, Yeah Get Low Folk.
S.O.D Till Da Day I Go,
Reppin, 6-6-Duece-G-D-74.
And U Already Know Ima Boss Fa Da Show.
I Was Born, Back In 19-Nine Oh.
24/7 It's Ya Boy S-Beezy.
Killen This Shit, Make It Look So Easy,
My Risk Look Freezy, My Jewls Look Cheezy,
Told Yo Bitch To Beat it, Beat It.
Get Back, Nigga Betta Get Dat,
Rip Dat, Tell Yo Bitch, Let Me Hit Dat.
Gotta Whole Gawp On The 10 Trap, Flip That Turn That Gram Into A Whole Half, Once Again,
SOD Is Shinin Out, Holdin Down My Side Of Town.
And Every Body Ridin Round,
Screamin Soulja Boy Is Puttin It Down.
And i Aint Talkin Bout The mifo, Talkin Bout The Fight, Yo Ice-Chain Look Like A Light Show,
Making Big Money Like Micheal, Click Gone Physco, And Ya Raps Recycle, Bitch.

[Chorus:]
Swag Make The Girl's Go--Pow.
Swag Make The Girl's Go--Pow. Pow. Pow.
Ice Make The Girl's Go--Pow.
Ice Make The Girl's Go--Pow. Pow Pow.
Tat's Make The Girl's Go--Pow.
Tat's Make The Girl's Go--Pow. Pow. Pow.
Money Make The World Go--Pow.
Money Make The World Go--Pow. Pow. Pow.

[Verse 2]
You Know Man?
It's SouljaBoyTellem Brah.
You Know What I'm Saying?
Everyday Man, I Thank God For My Life Man.
Its Crazy Out Here Man U Feel Me?
6-Niggaz Then Ran In My Crib.
Ak's, And Pistols And Shit.
For What? All Over A Motha Fuckin Chain.
Niggaz Trying To Kill Me.
Kid-Nap My Nigga.
But It's All Good Though.
I Thought I'll Never Have To Shoot A MuthaFucka.
Good Thang I Was Strapped Though.
You Know What They Say?
Shit, Better Them Then Me.
Nigga All Of us Would Of Been Dead That Night.
But You Know What It Is Man!
S.O.D. Money Gang!
Yall Got Me Fucked Up!

Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow

"Pretty Boy Swag"


[Chorus:]
This right here is my swag
All the girls are on me, damn
Everybody pay attention
This right here is my pretty boy swag (ayeee)
Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
girls scream my name when i pretty boy swag
Watch me pretty boy swag (ayye) [x2]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag

Souljer!

[Soulja Boy:]
Get out the wayy
Pretty boy comin' thru
Me and my crew we swaggin in the room
Girls on my heavy 'cause I look so sexy
Yellow diamond shawty in the club straight
I'm lookin' 4 a yellow bone long hair star
Thick in the hips come and get in my car
You party with a star we take off and go to mars
Pretty boy take off in 5.4.3.2.1

[Chorus]

[Soulja Boy:]
I'm pretty boy swaggin' in the club I feel sexy, no homo
No homo shawty but my chest is straight flexy
Tatted on my neck shawty said she choose me
She got big titties and a fat ass booty
Took her to my condo let that girl strip
Then she got naked then she pretty girl dip
Damn I like the way lil mamma shake that ass
She pretty girl dancin while I pretty boy swag
GOT DAMN!

[Chorus]

"Pretty Boy Swag (Remix)"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



[Gucci]
Swag turned up to the maximum she know what it is and know what it aint go hard then the paint like flocka flame that gucci mane and I'm off the chain got pretty swag diddy bop with a pretty girl in the club look like bugs all on my fingaz earrings flashing bright like a blinker when i hole my wrist up its a turn signal its funny to me you way dumber then me if you think yo man got more money then me my tennis shoes cost 2000 a piece I'ma quadruple oh G murdering beats
This right here is my new Lambo!
Yellow on black with the yellow for deontoe pull up with a yellow bone sipping on scotto yeahh nigguh handsome jumping out the phantom red drop head riding round east Atlanta soulja boy gucci mane hitting with the tandem girls rock with em but the haters cant stand em out shine
and out last em this right here is the pretty boy anthem quarter on the watch half a mill on the chain and the charm right here make a rapper cant stand em

[Chorus]
This right here is my swag
All the girls are on me, swag
Everybody pay attention
This right here is my pretty boy swag (ayeee)
Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag
Watch me pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag
Souljer!

[Soulja Boy]
Get out the way
Pretty boy comin' thru
Me and my crew we swaggin in the room
Girls on my heavy 'cause I look so sexy
Yellow diamond shawty in the club straight flexin
I'm lookin' for a yellow bone long haired star
Thick in the hips come and get in my car
You party with a star we take off and go to mars
Pretty boy take off in 5.4.3.2.1

[Chorus]
This right here is my swag
All the girls are on me, swag
Everybody pay attention
This right here is my pretty boy swag (ayeee)
Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag
Watch me pretty boy swag (ayye)
Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x3]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag

[Soulja Boy]
I'm pretty boy swaggin' in the club I feel sexy, (no homo)
No homo shawty but my chest is straight flexin (flexin)
Tatted on my neck shawty said she choose me (choose me)
She got nice titties and a fat ass booty (booty)
Took her to my condo let the girl strip
Then she got naked then she pretty girl dipped (souljer)
Damn I like the way lil mamma shake that ass
She pretty girl dancin while I pretty boy swag
GOT DAMN!

[Chorus]
This right here is my swag
All the girls are on me, swag
Everybody pay attention
This right here is my pretty boy swag (ayeee)
Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag
Watch me pretty boy swag (ayye)
Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag
Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag

"Racks"



Soulja Boy tell them
Soulja Boy tell them

Man I need no remix
Man I need no remix
Shorty where the remix?, shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix? (stack on deck)
Man I need no remix (Man I need no remix)
Tell me where them remix
Shorty want a break
Tell 'em I need 10 racks
Can you bring 5 racks? I'm a bring 5 remix
Tell 'em word on remix
Shorty where the remix?
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
Shorty where my remix?
Shorty where my remix?
I got 50 remix
You've got 20 remix
She got 30, we got 30
Really word on remix
Shorty where the remix?

We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix

Shorty we get money
Tell them we get diamonds
Tell 'em we got remix
Remix up on remix

I pull up with a redneck
Posted with a scrint out
Nigga talkin' down but then you can rent out
Then you go, can turn out
I post up we been out
Nigga talk that full shit
Then he get it, we get kidnaped
I be posted in that
Juice II gettin' on digits
Runnin' with the money counter
Calculator, flinette
Nigga talkin' flinny, nigga talkin' Henny
Real talker yond nigga on the block we getting that
Tell 'em bring the remix
Busting out no skimex
Busting down the pin down
I'm breaking in the business
Little Dre been going ham
Going hard, remix
Tell them we're the remix
And selling bad and crin that yo
We got remix and that tell me word on remix
Word on remix, shorty where the remix?
We got all the remix, we got all the remix

We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix

Shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix?
We got 50 remix, I got 30 skidnex
Shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix?

We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix
We got all them remix

Shorty where the remix?
Shorty where the remix?
I got 50 remix, I got 30 skidnex

Pull up with a Britney at the V triff
I be posted up with a pistol on my hip
Hurl I'm so fresh
Fray and all so fly
Juice II, Juice deuce damn on that guy
I got 50 remix, she got 20 remix
I walk in the strip club, make it rain without a remix
Scream side bust that remix
Damn we get money
Pull up Juice II everything 300
Go!

"Racks In My Jeans"



In my jeans
I got racks in my jeans
The fresh you ever seen
Soulja
That nigga too Beezy

I got racks in the pocket of my jeans
Shout out to my team
Ridin foreign when I pull up on the scene
All of them girls say that I'm super fiend
But I got racks in my jeans
And every day I do it for the team
When we pull up on the scene
All of them girls say that I'm super fiend

Racks in the pocket of my jeans
Ridin foreign, when a nigga pull up on the scene
And I got all of the girls around me
Ridin Ferarris followed by Maserati
And the girls keep screamin Soulja Boy you crazy
Pull up around and he's in a brand Mercedes
And I got stacks hanging on my jeans
Every day I wake up and I'm stuntin with my team
Yea you know that SB stuntin with his team
Girl you know I'm in the beam going off the lean
When I wake up in the morning, racks is in my jeans
She say that SB be the fresh I ever seen

I got racks in my jeans
Ridin foreign when I pull up on the scene
Shout out to my team
All the girls sayin that a nigga too clean
I got racks in my jeans
Ridin foreign when I'm on the scene
Shout out to my team
All of them girls sayin that I'm super fiend

Yea you know a nigga got them bands
Wake up in the morning, going off that kick stand
Soulja keep at least 80 racks off in my hands
Soulja keep at least 50 bands off in my hands
So keep a bitch watch and that diamonds got me froze
She say SB why yo swag so dope?
She say SB why yo swag is so cold?
I don't know baby girl, I really don't know
All I know I'm steppin, I got so much gold
So much got designer shit, I'm fresh from head to toe
And we cash out everywhere that we go
And we turnin up everywhere that we go

I got racks in my jeans
Ridin foreign when I pull up on the scene
Shout out to my team
All the girls sayin that a nigga too clean
I got racks in my jeans
Ridin foreign when I pull up on the scene
All the girls said I'm clean
And every day I'm stuntin with the team
Shout out to my team

"Real Money (Cali Life)"


[Intro:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yea
Yeah, Real Money, Real Money, Cali Life [x3]
(Real Money [x3]), Cali Life, (What, What [x3]) (Real Money [x3]), Cali Life [x3]

[Verse 1:]
Girl, what's hannin' witcha, What's going down
Got a hundred bottles, And I'm in ya town
In the V.I.P I'm standing on the fucking couch
(Splash) Pulled up in car that I can't pronounce (Go)
They call me Soulja Boy (Boy), Where yo girls at (at)
I need some pretty yellow bones, where they going in (in)
Real shit I can take her to the telly, Let her rub all on her belly
And I get it in the middle

[Hook:]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real

[Verse 2:]
Gone gethca friends, I'mma drop ten (ten)
Iced out chain (chain), I pulled up in the Benz (Benz)
Soulja Boy Tell'em (Tell'em) that be my name (name)
What I fucking rep, You knows its Ocean Gang (Splash)
Chain gang swang (Spah), Yo girl on three (three)
She say she on one (one), But shit I'm on three (three)
Ice OD (D), Everybody know me (me), Iced out chain
Like I'm standing and I'm free (free [x2])

[Hook:]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I'm to real (real), These other niggas fake (fake)
I pull up to the club (club) and you know I'm getting cake (Splash)
Yall got face money (Spah), Bet we gone skate (skate)
28 chains I den set it on eights (eights), Pull up to the summer
I den stunt like I don't want to (I won't to), I pull up to the new trap
And pulled up in the old school (up in the old school)
Mixing up the pro tools, And its a good feeling (good feeling)
Woke up this morning, And I'm feeling like a million (like a million)
Swag on a trillion (on a trillion), Shout out to my building (to my building)
S.O.D gang, Yeah my whole hood feel this (Splash)
I'm standing on the club, I can't feel my face
S.O.D, Ocean Gang, Yeah we in this place

[Hook:]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real [x2]

[Verse 4:]
If you ask about me, Then you know that I'm a king (king)
Yo girl say "Wassup" I said "Money ain't a thing" (thing)
A hundred K cash, Yeah man my jewelry bling (Go, Go, Go [x6])
I'm talking about the bracelet and the ice make it ring
Soulja Boy Tell'em I pull up to the club
Rims so big, Yeah made my tires scrub
2012 everything cash on us (on us), Girls sending hugs (hugs)
Niggas sending mugs (mugs), The nigga sending mugs
Then my club sending slug (slug), Ocean gang splash (Splah)
Ocean gang mob (mob), Every since a nigga got rich, I'm on my job (job)
Walking through my city, Bet you get your ass robbed (whhhhaaaat)

[Hook: Outro]
Real, Real, Its Real Money, Real
Real Money, Real, Real Money, Real
(Cali Life [x3]), Real Money, Real [x4]

"Real Things"


Real niggas do real things

[Verse 1:]
Money on my chain alot of carats in my ring
Real niggas do real things
Alot of money in my bag alot of diamonds in my ring
Poured up you know I take it over Minnesota
Shoutouts to the west side we're brown like Coca Cola's
Stay with the stress like TI is going down
They say soulja boy took over
I know why I hussle hard
Every night I pull up we flexin'
Your girl on this is nothing
We're stuntin', I pull up pressin' buttons
Lamborghini flash green, I swear to God that's nothing
I'm blowing on this lot they know I came from the country
A hundred million dollars they never thought I see
Real last nigga, they never though I'd be
May pay, chopper switchblade
Like 1995 I'm riding on 28

[Hook:]
Real niggas do real things [x8]

[Verse 2:]
To keep this shit G get it understood
I put 250 thousand dollars in the hood
I bought so many guns, I bought so much drugs
I bought a whole hood rims whole hood love
Pulled up, and my pocket's on sumo
Bustin down bricks with my hand call it judo
My mama side red but my daddy side blue though
Pull up I'm flexin' ye I made it rang
50 on my chain another 50 on my ring
20 in my ears, I tatted my tears
Grind through the city and I feel like this my year
I'm bossed up I'm bossed in I'm cake in I tossed up
This mula, this money, this cash nothing funny
Our cake gettin' power your girl want a shower
She hop in the shower, we fuck for an hour
I do this for real, all you haters devour
Cowards, flexin' big dump trucks on
Parelies and fagiatos so to settle
You pussy niggas ain't really ready
Came out the water like armageddon
I'm getting money, I'm toeing hammers
Tone canes with them things
Throw some clips you know ain't never
Soulja tell 'em I flex, Gucci on my rims
Next year I'm outta here I'm flexin with the 10
I stay doin' what I do I represent for my crew
If you pussy ass niggas ain't know, well now you knew

[Hook:]
Real niggas do real things [x8]

"Red Eye"


[Intro:]
They want me on the plane so I'm gone
Your girlfriend keep hittin my phone

[Hook:]
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, red
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye

[Verse 1:]
Every time you see me, man you know I'm so fly
On that jet, cut me on the red eye
See me in the city and I'm steady getting money
Guaped out shorty, ain't a damn thing funny
Everything 100, balls in her ass
Got money in my car, driving so fast
Honey slow down cause you know you can't catch drag
Ridin through the hood and I'm feeling like yay
Uh, I got cash on my neck
Tattoos on my neck and yo girl in my section
VI people, bottle like you ask it
Everybody know we getting paper
Guaped out, I'm here with the pat lock
Stay with you now, niggas shootin ass shots
Niggas hatin on us, it don't really matter
SOD money gang, cashed and we cash it
I said we splashin, we splashin
I pull up to the block and my paint on the canyon
I say these haters can't stand me
And make sure Soulja Boy gon win a Grammy

[Hook:]
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, red
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye

[Verse 2:]
I'm on the G5, yea your girlfriend love me
Cause I still fly and I'm sippin on that iss
Cleaning up my cup
Goodness, look at that ass now
You know you're out for bout get up
The question's it's going down
Back to it, had to do it
The boys trashed it, know that I had to do it
Maybach, had to do it
That's my all whip, niggas ran through it
And the flow caught it full dog
Hop out the window like oh dog
And I swerve in the Bugatti
That' yo main chick? Nigga that's my old shorty
You's a nobody, red eye
Young hot nigga, man I stay fly
To make a top shot to you know what's up
Pop the trunk nigga, got the red gun
Maserati, 2 door
20-13, yea it's too tall
My dog Soulja had to do it
Where the hook at? Bring it back to it

[Hook:]
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, red
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye
I'm on the red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye

"Remix"
(feat. Diamond)



[Intro:]
Soulja
Zone 1, West Side, where ya at?
West Side's on one, where you at?
Where you at?
Soulja
Okay

[Verse 1:]
Remix, Remix
My chain cost 3 bricks, 3 bricks
I had to hit 3 licks, 3 licks
Then I took 3 trips, 3 trips
I'm talkin straight drop,
Straight drop, straight drop
I make the block hot
Block hot, block hot
I scream fuck the cops
Fuck the cops, fuck the cops
'Cause I'm stackin knots
Stackin knots, stackin knots
If you don't hustle then you ain't gon eat
And you ain't in the streets
You ain't tottin heat
They call me SB, bitch I'm bout chicks
Bitch I'm bout sacks, flex and I love to flex
See I'm comfrontin this
Choppa hold 100 round
It hit you in the neck
Soulja Boy I hit the block and you get respect
In my Bentley, 250K on it
Goddamn I'm the man
Got my team on, turn my swag up
Then I turn my swag on
On the stage sippin lean in my microphone
Lil Dre rock a Gucci, Louie heroin bong
Heroin bong, Heroin bong

[Hook:]
Remix,
Remix, Remix
My chain cost 3 bricks
3 bricks, 3 bricks
I took 3 trips,
3 trips, 3 trips
I'm talkin Remix
Remix, Remix
Remix,
Remix, Remix
My chain cost 3 bricks
3 bricks, 3 bricks
I went on 3 trips,
3 trips, 3 trips
I hit 3 licks,
3 licks, 3 licks

[Verse 2:]
Real miss cookie with the work in my right
Headed straight to Soulja, got the jet outside
I'm like please no photos, see me I be dolo
Get to the money, I'm me and my honey
You hatin on 3 promo
Foreign lane swisher, no need to paint the picture
Your bitch – she know me good (that right)
See me – she salute me (salute, salute)
Mammy got the keys, Remixed it on you busters
If I don't know you by your first name then it's a set up
You need to get yo check up, that shit is disrespectful
Goddamn my life's a movie
And look how you just settle
Soulja said fuck it and threw it in the bezzle
Said baby how we lookin? I say movin right on schedule
Diamond

"Report Card"
(feat. Arab)



You know when you jut get your report card
and you have all fs on it you just want to take it back to the teacher and say through some ds on that bitch
Ballin! Soulja Boy Up In Da Buildin
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch

Ayyyy Soulja Boy Chillin Dog I Just Got My Report Card Looked At It All F's Took It To Tha Teacher Desk
(Throw Some D's On That Bitch) I Just Got My Report Card
(Throw Some D's On That Bitch) Just Got My Report Card Ayy
(Throw Some D's [x2] Throw Some Throw Some D's On That Bitch) Just Got My Report Card
(Throw Some D's...) Took It To The Teacher Desk (Throw Some D's...)

Sittin Up In The Classroom She Gettin On My Nerves,The Teacher Hollin Out Soulja Boy Do Yo Work.
She Talkin Bout Adjetives, Pronouns, And Verbs.
Im Knocked Out I Aint Here Nuthin The Class Heard.
Im Daydreamin Hard Bout That Stacks On Deck, I Dont Know How Im Gon Pass My Next Test.
I Got My Report Card Im Like Wut The Hell Is Dis.
I Took It Back To The Teacher Then I Told Her

[Chorus]

I Alwayz Be In School But I Be Walkin Halls.
Alot Of Teachers Give Me Test But They Be Super Hard I Get Into Some Trouble Then My Mama Calls
But Afta I Get Out The Office Ima Tell Em All Dat Ima Superstar And Thatz Best.
Everytime U See Me Up In Class My Head On That Desk.
And When U See Me On Dem Girls U Kno That Im Super Fresh.
Yea Teacher, Students, Class, Stupid (Wait A Min. Mutha Fuckaz)

[Chorus]

I Just Got My Report Card [x4]
Throw Some D's On That Bitch [x4]
I Got A 47 Up In Math, A 67 In English, A 14 In Science.
Mane What The Fuck Is This Throw Some D's On That Bitch [X4]

[Chorus]

Ballin-
U Kno When You Just In School And You Like God Damn This Too Much Homework U Like
What The Fuck Man I Cant Do All This Shit Anymore What, Whats The Problem So Much Fucking Homework

Throw Some D's [x2] Throw Some Throw Some D's On That Bitch
Ballin

"Rich Girl"
(feat. Justin Bieber)



[Soulja Boy:]
Soulja boy tell em
Yeah, Justin Bieber
She's a rich girl
Yeah

[Justin Bieber:]
She's a rich girl
Buying all the clothes
Wrist full of gold
You already know
She's a rich girl
Yeah, she's got cash
Pocket so thick
She don't even have to ask
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh

When I met you girl
I tried to pay for dinner
Pulled out your card
I thought I had a winner
She said
Boy I got it
Then I said no
But I like a girl who's in control

She's my rich girl
Rich girl

[Soulja Boy:]
She rides a barbie phantom
She lives in a barbie mansion
She's a rich girl
She got a lot of money
She credit card shawty
She credit card shopping
Man she look good when she shoppin
Man she look good when she talking and she walkin
She walk like a model
She shop like a balla
She shop like a NFL NBA high school scholar

[Justin Bieber]
She's a rich girl
Buying all the clothes
Wrist full of gold
You already know
She's a rich girl
Yeah, she's got cash
Pocket so thick
She don't even have to ask
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh

[Soulja Boy:]
21st birthday she got a louis mercedes
Drive top
Oh my God, baby
I think I love you girl
And I know you rich
And you know I rich
So together we filthy
I'll lend it to you till it is empty
You can get it cuz I got plenty
Everyday, all night
You and me
And we ballin' yeah

[Justin Bieber:]
She's a rich girl
Buying all the clothes
Wrist full of gold
You already know
She's a rich girl
Yeah, she's got cash
Pocket so thick
She don't even have to ask
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh

[Soulja Boy]
King, and she my queen
When I first met her
I didn't even have anything
She had more money than me
She was a rich girl
Grew up in a messed up world
And I met her
She didn't think nothing less of me
She get the bigger picture
She know we both free
But when we thought we can't take it with us
And we belong together
Yeah she's so special
She's my rich girl
But if she was broke
I would still...
And my net froze
I told her that I'm hot
She told me that she cold
Together we tornado
So we spin across the globe
I make money every day
And everybody surely knows
I'm a rich boy
A young pretty guy
And she's pretty fly
And she's pretty high
And we're high together
We may change weather [x2]
Hopes and I love her

[Justin Bieber]
She's a rich girl
Buying all the clothes
Wrist full of gold
You already know
She's a rich girl
Yeah, she's got cash
Pocket so thick
She don't even have to ask
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
She's a rich girl
Buying all the clothes
Wrist full of gold
You already know
She's a rich girl
Yeah, she's got cash
Pocket so thick
She don't even have to ask
She's a rich girl
Rich girl
Shes a rich girl (soulja boy tell em)
Rich girl
Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh
Ooooh, yeah, oh
She's my rich girl
She's my rich girl
She's my rich girl
Yeah, Justin Bieber, Soulja Boy
Rich girl

"Rich Hoe"
(feat. Lil B)



[Verse 1:]
I'm bout to get my dick wet, on the pill
I don't give a fuck, I'm a keep it real
In my zan with that lean in that fuckin spot
Smokin kush blount all day and night [Juice x4]
I never gave a fuck because I made swag
Niggas talkin shit, but they think they bad
Coming with the juice, that my new shit
2 bentleys, 2 lambos, I'm the truth bitch
I never gave a fuck, I'm from simpson road
Niggas hatin on me, cause I'm bout to expload [Ka-Boom]
I'm with Tonio in iceberg. Suck my dick bitch

[Lil B:]
Bitch hoe, bitch hoe, I'm a bitch hoe

Rich hoe [x2] I'm a rich hoe
Rich hoe [x2] I'm a rich hoe
Rich hoe [x2] I'm a rich hoe
I'm a rich bitch, and dat hoe on my dick [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Like Waka Flocka, be on your way
All my bitches act gay.
30 on my dick cause I'm James
Fuck you young suckers
5 on my dick cause I'm ricky mardy
No homo, I'm rich hoe beg your pardon
I got fire like the twin towers
6 rings gettin bitches and I got the power

(Rich hoe [x2] I'm a rich hoe) [x4]

I'm a rich bitch, and dat hoe on my dick [x4]

[Verse 3:]
You try an fuck me over, you better watch your asses
Got9 red b's between your glasses
Cause I'm sexy as I wanna be
She suck my dick cause I'm rich
And it's a boy status
Bitches on me even though it wasn't -
Your a fake thug, you so boring
Shot gun when my bitch sit
100 bitches on my dick cause I'm a rich hoe

"Ride Foreign"


See my car? That's a foreign
See that thing is important
See you, you're not important
See Soulja, I got a fortune
Yo girl, she go head first, she go face in,
She go squirt squirt, I go skeet skeet
I'm a beat beat, motherfucker free Chief Keef

Everything foreign, a million dollars off tourin
Ya'll rappers is boring, oh God ya'll got me snorrin
See me call Beezy, call me Soulja Beezy B
Pull up to the block with SOD and PCE

[Hook:]
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign

[Verse 1:]
See me, my swag on Sicily
I just bought a Ferrari in Italy
Ya'll niggas ain't really shit to me
I get a shit for 10 a key
I be swagged up low key
My AK pop so high key
Just do a pussy nigga Nike
Ya'll pussy niggas don't wanna fight me
I'm flexin hard on my foreign
2 million dollars off tourin
Ya'll niggas is boring
My niggas is bosses
Call me young Soulja
I'll guap a fuckin ho, splash
I got that new car, I call it the watcha ma call it
I'm ballin to 1000
I'm shootin so it's a movie
Got a uzzi and a tech with the scratches on it
Don't play lil Soulja, we rich
America's most wanted
So the K put you in the coffin
Soulja got that swag, woke up off out the bed in a brand new jet foreign

Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Foreign, foreign, foreign (scoo), foreign (scoo)
Foreign (scoo), foreign (scoo), foreign (flex), foreign (flex)
Foreign (flex), foreign (flex), foreign (scoo), foreign (scoo)

[Hook:]
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign

[Verse 2:]
Hop out, walk in, ain't no tellin how much that I'm a spend
I'm going out, I'm going in
Call me Lil Dre, 2 times 10
That's 100 racks, that's 100 goons
That's 100 gats, got 100 tats
What's my on hunnid plaques?
Lil Dre don't give a fuck about none of that
I'm drop top here, you punning that
Niggas askin for they money back
I'm smoking on this chronic and the VIP got the loud pack
My weed loud, I can't turn it down
I'm 24's when I'm ridin round
I'm Portarelli, Forgiato Maserati flexin through the town
Niggas can't fuck with me like I am celibate
Soulja Boy will sell swag and I flip up crip
I flip a brick, I pop up quick
I'm with the shit, we in this bitch
We in this bitch, we in this bitch
We in this bitch, we in this bitch

[Hook: x2]
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign

[Outro:]
Flexin
Ray bands,
Ultimate
Ultra, ultra
Bubble gum, ultra
Pull up, turn up
Juice up, swag up
Cash up
Scoo
Foreign, foreign
Flexin
Oopsie
I got that Cuban link on my neck
Oopsie
Ride foreigns

"Ridin Round"


[Pre-Hook:]
I'm ridin' through the city
Bad bitch with me
Stacking up a milli
Money to the ceiling
Let me show you how I get it
Everyday I'm living
Lamborgini tinted
You can't see who in it

[Verse 1:]
Ain't hard to tell I'm winning
I wake up and I get it
Balenciaga my kicks, that's just to be specific
I wake up in the morning
No time for that yawning
I just salute to my army
You know that I stay on it
My girl say she love me
I hit the stage, I go wild
Is she in love with me
Or in love with me lifestyle?
Got a bad bitch that drive me crazy
Pull up in a new Mercedes
We go shopping, get it poppin'
We go hard, no option

[Bridge:]
We too hot, I'm too cool
We get it popping in the swimming pool
We hit the club, she stunt and I'm on one, I'm that dude
We too hot, I'm too cool
We get it popping in the swimming pool
We hit the club, she stunt and I'm on one, I'm that dude

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook:]
And we just ridin' round the city
Ridin' round the city
Ridin' round the city
Ridin' round the city [x2]

[Verse 2:]
They know that I'm stunting on red carpet wearing all black
She asked for that D, so I had to give her that
Drop top foreign, that thing cost a hundred racks
It ain't hard to see my body took a lot of tats
I'm gripping grain, rolling loud pack
I'm the ish, I'm all of that
If I go an spend it, you know that I'mma make it back.
If I go an spend it, you know that I'm gon' make it back
Drop top Phantom, me & Stunna, that's back to back
On that South Beach, YMCMB, that Rich Gang been getting money
We on that, pull up in that Maybach
Hit the club, buy gold bottles, I make it rain with eight stacks
Getting money since day one, hold it down since day one

[Hook]