"Bank Of America"
(feat. Migos)



[Hook:]
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
500k off a jug that I'm stealin
Bank of America, Bank of America

Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Hunned band jug, hunned band jug
Hunned band jug, walkin hunned band jug

[Verse 1:]
I'm way sittin up in yo area
I'm on a brick, nigga meet me at the Bank of America
Of they just keep starin, po up
I got money everywhere
I add cash on my schedule, I get guwop on the regular
Soulja Boy tell em man how do you woo
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club, man I'm getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy tell em I'm flexin
Pull up, go out, on that be flexin
24 karat my lense, they ain't gonna Gucci my tennis
Damn Burbery my rims, baby my feel is I do this for real
Boys my lean, my fam
Basin my jail out my M's
My diamonds they look crystal clear
Soulja Boy tell em I do it for real
Ridin in a foreign with real, the others inside you see steering wheel
Medusa my chandelier, the others inside you see steering wheel
I'm ridin and grippin the wheel
Off of a pill, I'm 34 mill
Me keep the ice on my ear
I say my ear designer designer
Your diamond front shinin, then how you can't find her?
How you can't find er? Yo hoe you can't find er

[Hook:]
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America

[Verse 2:]
Cuevo
You already know I'm a walkin bank nigga
I'm pullin up in the Ferrari, the Audi Bugatti
Got biggie Versace my shades and I can't see nobody
Young rich nigga and I feel took my bitch and I bought an island
Put the birds in there over that me, son and they got molly
Bank of America, my money she say that it's scarin er
Takin trips to Mexico, my plug is Eddy Guerrero
Blunt is fed a burrito
Call take all for the kilo
Call Lil Soulja for the pesos
Young Cuevo got white like mayo
The Jackson, Benjamin Franklin
Got money like bank of America
I'm laughin at you as histerical
Let me get toolie, I want the vegetables
Hundred band truth I want hunneds
I'm takin the truth out the country
The nigga I heard you was plottin
From Houston but I keep the watch
Them birds, you know that they mockin
Let go, you know that choppin my ball
Fresh holes, our parents is droppin
Catch up on the block, the feds is watchin
Call off my nigga, they hit you don't keep it
My nigga the bullet gon kiss you
I'm killin these niggas, ba ba ba
You niggas infestin that word to my nigga gon get you

[Hook:]
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that's America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that's America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that's America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga from the cashout, that's America

"Bapes"
(feat. Arab)



[Soulja Boy:] Aye Rab mayne i just got back from the mall mayne guess what I got?
[Arab:] What you get Soulja Boy
[Soulja Boy:] Mayne I got me some bathing apes

[Chorus x4]
I got me some bathing apes
I got I got me some bathing apes
I go I got me some bathing apes
I got I got I got me some bathing apes
I I I I I

[Verse]
Check out my Bathing Apes
I'm fresh to def and you like me
Don't try to cop my style
Mayne stick to dem Nikes
Green, white,black inside dese
Super clean Bathing Apes
My shoes like my chain
Shine hard they might hurt your face
And I'm clean in this thang
B-A-P-E-S up on my feet
Fresh fade wit the waves
30/30 Boyz up on my tee
You want to get them YEP
But you can't get like me NO
Asking me Soulja Boy
Where you get your shoes from (ay)

[Chorus x4]
I got me some bathing apes
I got I got me some bathing apes
I go I got me some bathing apes
I got I got I got me some bathing apes
I I I I I

Bathing Apes on my feet
And you niggas wearing kicks
Purple yellow white like my Kobe Bryant jersey
you aint never seen these shoes
Then let me tell u something son
You see how fresh these bitches is
These are not no fucking ones
Step up on the stage with my mouth on froze
Bathing Apes on my feet
Put the crowd on hold
Hatas see them on my feet
I know they get mad
Lil Arab rocking mo colors then a bag of skittles

[Chorus x4]
I got me some bathing apes
I got I got me some bathing apes
I go I got me some bathing apes
I got I got I got me some bathing apes
I I I I I

Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes to start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe

Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe (YA)

[Chorus x6]
I got me some bathing apes
I got I got me some bathing apes
I go I got me some bathing apes
I got I got I got me some bathing apes
I I I I I

I got me some bathing apes
I got me some bathing apes
I got me some bathing apes
I go I got me some bathing apes
I got I got I got me some bathing apes
I I I I I

"Based"
(feat. Young L)



Triple Chain Gang
Oh my god
Triple Chain Gang
Oh my god
Triple Chain Gang
Oh my god
Goddamn
Goddamn man
I got my swag from Japan now
Jean Claude van Damme
Up in that nigger
Die hard
Trans-Am
Really nigger
Money like a Trans-Am
I ain’t tripping
Flow god giving
Ground shifting
I think that I’m that nigger
An you think that you that nigger
Do you look off in the mirror?
And you just looking so slizzered
Oh fuck them
I don’t get so hard
Fuck man
Out of swaged all day
Fuck them
I can’t wait that ball fade
I been getting active
… like I’m parlaying
Damn that nigger French
He thinking
From your upper some other shit
Oh my god
Just take a fucking guess
I quarter here man
Looking at witness
I’m right window’s tinted
Mind your fucking business
Diving in the ocean
Like I’m fucking that leper swimmer
Nigger you no contender
Do you not remember?
One mill
I stuck
Just like the winter
Twenty twelve I splashed up
All my TVs plasma
Ready for the action
Many she’s a tragedy
Address me as your majesty
This shit right here’s a masterpiece
I fuck off with young …
That’s bro, that’s family
And we do this annually
Told that K up OMG
Nigger know that it’s complete
Nigger talk shit you capisci
On the poster with the automatic
Talk shit and I’ll let him have it
Nigger know I’m bussing
Disrespect pinked off
And there’s going to be repercussions
Soulja tell them in public
I’m standing on the couch yes
Go swag daddy
If I change fire rings
I made the hood happy
Niggers mad at me
It don’t make no sense
Cause I came with the forty clip
On my fucking hip
And I still represent
Bitch I’ll make you take a swim
Yeah I’m Al Pacino
Hang you fucking body
Over that building
Nigger I mean no
Cut that fucking shush
Nigger up in that slip
I got that thing
But I repeat
Little Dre, that be my name
And my niggers blast for me
Disrespecting black Jesus
And that shit is blasphemy
Got my nigger if
Right shy gunning
That Bentley coop
Word around town
Paid off
And niggers got the juice
Young legend niggers young
The ocean got we splashing many
Man this shit is just like magic
And my swag is all fantastic
You niggers think it’s tragic
But I’m balling and you know
Got a million on the low
And I would never sell my soul
See sold out the cut signs
All across the globe
Pinked off and on their hoe
Dumb old Mario on that hoe
Bass

"Bird Walk"


[Intro]
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man

[Chorus (x2)]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha

[Verse 1]
Step in side da club fresh from head to toe,
Hit my bird walk and den I messin wit my merry-go,
Wen im in da d-town, Dallas
Wassup bro
Wen im in da A-pull pally
Wat happenin folk
Wen im in Chicago they hollerin
Now wassup joe
Now im back to Mississippi they telling me
Wassup mayne
They telling me da same thing
Wen im in new york
Was good sun, just hustlin

[Chorus (x2)]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha

[Verse 2]
Aye Feelin Bezzy
Wat wat they do that at
Watch looking freezy
Ye-yellow diomaond rain
Ice grill
Ice chain
Ice ring
Iced out
If you cross S.O.D
We gonna knock ur lights out
Step inside the set
Im to clean to get touched
S.O.D. Money Gang
We to mean to get mugged
Hit my bird walk
And got the club crunk
Den I heared ur gurl tlk
Now she hoppin in my trunk
Now im hittin my bird walk

[Chorus (x2)]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha

[Verse 3]
S.O.U.L.J.A Bezzy
Bird walked wit my dance
Make it look easy
My dougie, im fresh
Ya im clean
So krispy
Throwin out money
Like ur boy gotta frisbey
Soulja boy tell em
For da kids like Disney
Chain 360
Make your head dizzy
Every city in da club
Who rollin wit me
Arab
Jbar
Miami
Mizzy

[Chorus (x2)]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha
Watch me do it
Yuha

"Bitches Goin' Ham"


I'm So Fucking Rich Man
Smokin on da pisert
Hold up bitch get back
Shoot Em With Da AK
5 On My Chest Swaggin With Dat V-Neck
S.O.D Bitch Man Were So Up There
Man Were Gettin Money
Rolling From The DiceHold
S.O.D Bitch
My Chain Make A LightShow
Big Money Nigga
Big Money Figga
Bitch Made Haters
Balling Like The Lakers
(Kobe)
Bitch I'm Getting Paper
In Dat New Gator
I'm In Dat New Bogati
Smoking In That Gati
12 Gauge Shawty
Shooting Up the Party
9 On Me Shawty
Surfing Going Naughty
Bitches Going Ham [x8]

Bitch I'm So Swagged Up
Bitch I Gotta Work
S.O.D Bitch
Rolled Up From My Shirt
High 30 Flights
In The Fuckin Air
[?]

"BlackBerry"



Yuh, diamonds errywhere
Diamonds errywhere, even in my chandelier
Diamonds errywhere, diamonds errywhere, diamonds errywhere

Step in the club, poppin bottles, everybody showin love
They say that I'm the one, I know that I'm that nigga
I know that I'll be poppin all these bandz, 7 figures
9 figure nigga, I see a real nigga when I look in the mirror
I got diamonds errywehre, I got money errywhere
I got cash errywhere, I got bandz errywhere
I got swag errywhere, Scarface the Bentley coupe
Red up and I'm pullin up, everything new
I mean everything new, everything on
I did hit a M on my motherfuckin phone
Trap it off the Blackberry, I'm going places
Got the girl hittin me cause she know I'm paid
It ain't nothing, celebrate, swaggin all day
Walk inside the mall, walk inside the bank
Trappin off the Blackberry, walk inside the club, I throw it
Money I throw it, already know it

Say I'm trappin off the Blackberry
Trappin off the Blackberry
Trappin off the Blackberry
I done made a mill off the Blackberry
I done made a mill on the Blackberry
I done made a mill off the Blackberry
Trappin off the Blackberry
Trappin on my Blackberry
I done made 50K on my Blackberry
Wrote a lot of hits on my Blackberry
Did a lot of lycs on my Blackberry
Took a lot of trips with my Blackberry

Everybody know Soulja keep that ice
If she fuck with me she know that I can change her life
Seein niggas goof, see these niggas goof
Drop top the Bentley coupe
Now they say that I'm cold
My chains and my stones, customized my stones
Louie in the Fendy and my Gucci in cologne
Gucci rockin with Lil Dre for the phone
True star on errything
My chain appraised just like 100K
I made a lot of cash, on a roll
Swagged out, travel across the globe
Haters hanging off a nigga while I gotta ball
Walk inside the mall, Lil Soulja Boy gon boy it all
Welcome to my world, girls going crazy
Soulja going crazy, drop top Mercedes
50K in my pocket
My chain lookin like it's frozen
You know I'm flexin on these hoes man
Soulja Boy the chosen one

"Blow A Pack"



SODMG
Soulja Boy
Foreign!
SOD, SOD uh
Blow a pack!

The streets talkin, my name buzzin
My team guapin, all into nothing
We getting money, yea we stackin cheese
So homey let me free

I gotta say
I got a pack, got a pack
I gotta say
Runnin up a pay
I gotta say, yea I gotta say
I got a pack pack trunnin up a chick

Got a sack, yea I got a sack
I got a pack, yea I got a pack
Got a sack, runnin up a chick
I got a pack pack, runnin up my chick

Yea I got a sack, Gucci backpack
Walk up in the club with my swag back
90K on bottles, goddamn Soulja on
And I'm sellin dope, stay off the flex full

Walkin in the club (wut?)
You know what time it is
Poppin hella bottles, all my niggas in this bitch
Yea we in this bitch, we ain't goin home
Pulled up, new Lambo on chrome
Soulja got the juice, birds in the coupe
Double cup my Styrofoam, pouring up a doo
Flexin on a foe, Rollie on my wrist
Me and my niggas, yea we all rich
Yea we all rich and we count them guap
Yea we count them racks, yea we count them stacks
Yea we count the guata, pour it in the backpack
Yea we count that guata, throw it in my duffle bag

Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack
Yea I got a sec, runnin up a check
Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack
Yea I got a sec, runnin up my check

Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack
Yea I got a sec, runnin up a fuckin check
Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack
Yea I got a sec, runnin up my check

"Blowin' Me Kisses"
(feat. Bei Maejor)



Yeeh, I said,
This one for your stereo,
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn it,
Yeeh yeeh,
I say say, this one for your stereo,
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn it

Sexy ladies, this right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on,
Shout out sexy ladies,
This right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on

She blowin' me kisses, she blowin' me kisses,
I'm staring and reminiscing, thinking, dreaming,
She blowin' me kisses, she blowin' me kisses,
I'm staring and reminiscing, thinking, dreaming,
About us

I can take you places, places,
You have never been,
Carribean, feet in the sand,
I, I can take you around the world,
And you can be my girl,
And I can buy you pearls,
And you can tell your girlfriends,
How I put it down,
And its like a movie everytime I come around,
When I'm in yo city, man, I shove the town down,
Tell the whole world, that I'm hot right now

Shout out sexy ladies,
This right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on
Shout out sexy ladies,
This right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on

She blowin' me kisses, she blowin' me kisses,
I'm staring and reminiscing, thinking, dreaming,
She blowin' me kisses, she blowin' me kisses,
I'm staring and reminiscing, thinking, dreaming,
About us

Yeah, she like me,
I like her, yeah,
Knew knew I woulda wifed her,
Who woulda thought that,
She woulda been like,
The other half of me, what a sight to see,
Me and her traveling, all across the world,
I can be her man, she can be my girl,
Turn her radio on, she kissing me thru the phone,
When I say that its on, when I show that its on,

Shout out sexy ladies,
This right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on
Shout out sexy ladies,
This right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on

She blowin' me kisses, she blowin' me kisses,
I'm staring and reminiscing, thinking, dreaming,
She blowin' me kisses, she blowin' me kisses,
I'm staring and reminiscing, thinking, dreaming,
About us

"Boom"


[Intro]
BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]

[Soulja Boy - over intro]
Y'knahmsayin man? All the girls love me man
Pretty Boys in the building, I got millions
Told her like I tell that dude, just

[Chorus]
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) watch me watch me stunt
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) and watch me watch me stunt
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) watch me watch me stunt
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) watch me watch me stunt

[Soulja Boy]
Stuntin in the club, Soulja Boy a-poppin bottles (BOOM)
S.O.D. gang with them five star models (BOOM)
Lamborghini dashboard (BOOM) that shit is horizontal (BOOM)
Fuckin wit'cha boy I got (BOOM) hoes in different countries (BOOM)
S.O.D. gang man watch ya boy stunt
Your girlfriend I hit her more times than my blunt
You rappers I heat your ass up for the lunch
S.O.D. gang stuntin, boy now watch me stunt

BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]

[Chorus]

[Soulja Boy]
I'm tryin to stop stuntin, but I can't help it (BOOM)
Your girl spotted me in the club like a leopard (BOOM)
Boy stuntin hard (BOOM) cause every day I get my grind on (BOOM)
Fifty thousand diamonds in my motherfuckin iPhone (stuntin)
Damn Soulja Boy, why you stuntin on that ass?
I'm breakin people necks everytime I ride past
I'm buyin bottles cash while you puttin it on your tab
Bitch you pull up to the slab, that's 300 on my dash

BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]

[Chorus]

[Soulja Boy]
Crank up the volume! Soulja Boy's rich (BOOM)
Every time I turn the corner I fuck a different bitch (BOOM)
Hundred on my wrist (BOOM) God damn I'm the shit (BOOM)
I think I'm 'bout to make even mo' money than 50 Cent (BOOM)
Drop top Bentley man I pulled it out my pocket
I slapped the car dealer in the face, nigga stop it
I'm pullin out the lot bitch cause I got guap bitch
S.O.D. gang ain't gon' never fuckin stop shit

BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]

[Chorus]

[repeat BOOM to fade]

"Booty Got Swag"


Soulja Boy tell 'em

[Chorus]
Her booty got swag, her booty got swag [2X]
Now dip it down, den roll with it [2X]
Her booty so big I can hang my chain from it [2X]
Dip it down, den roll with it [2X]

[Verse 1]
Dip it down to the ground then get it
Don't be scared girl get it (girl get it)
I'm good if you with it, I'm with it
Soulja Boy tell 'em first (first) let's get it
She got a "Donk Part 2" what's happenin? (What's happenin?)
New money and I got it from rappin (from rappin)
A hundred flips wrapped up in plastic
Shake it up and down can I grab it (grab it)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Mic check, Gucci bandana
Girl I see you in dem sandals
You might be too much to handle
Soulja Boy TV that's my channel
Girl break it down with it, break it down break it down with it
Break it down break it down with it
Girl take it down with it, take it down take it down with it
Take it down take it down with it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Get dowwwwwwwwwn [repeat "get it" in background]
Take it down to the ground [repeat "get it" in background]
Shake somethin girl [repeat "get it" in background]
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk [repeat "get it" in background]

[Chorus - 2X]

[repeat to fade]
Get it get it get it get it...

"Booty Meat"


Yall Dis 1 Rite Hur Is For All Dem Gurlz Wit Dat Bootymeat
Bootymeat [X4]

[Chorus:]
Girl Shake Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Shake Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat
Girl Shake Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat
Gurl Shake Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Shake Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Gurl Shake
Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat Dat Bootymeat

[Verse 1:]
Gurl Shake Dat Bootymeat All Up On Me Soulja Boy
Up In This Thang Cum An Hang Wit Me Im Ya H Boom Coon Champaign Wit Me
Take A Bubble Bath Cum An Switch Lanes Wit Me Im Da [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] Stunna Let Me See What
You Got Im The Baller Round Town Let Me See How You Pop
Im Ya Gurl Best Friend Let Me See How You Hop
Put That Thang In The Air Then Make It Drop

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Gurl B Double O-T-Y-M-E A T You Know It Dats Dat Bootymeat
I Got A Car Full Of Girls And We Makin A Creep
Soulja Boy Up In This Thang Puttin Shawty To Sleep
Im Ready For Wateva If You Know Wat I Mean
Come Hur Lil Shawty You Dat Bootymeat Queen
Bootymeat In My Face Even When I B Talkin
All Da Gurls Love Me And Dey Straight Up B Stalkin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Gurl Well I Guess Its My Time Im Bout To Steal Da Show Soulja Boy 2006 An You Already
Know Im Bout To Hit Da Spot And Im Ready To Go Hole Bunch Of Fine Gurlz
Dey Form Head To Toe Im Ya H Boom Coon Like I Said Before
Let Me See You Turn Around Just Like A Pro Shake It For Me Shawty Till You Cant No Mo
You A Mans Bestfriend Im Just Lettin You Know

[Chorus]

"Break The Bank"


[Hook:]
I'm tryna to break the bank [x8]
Walk inside that bitch 500k cash
Walk about that bitch I need a million's dollar cash
I'm tryna to break the bank [x4]

[Verse 1:]
I'm tryna to break the bank fuck you niggas think
Pull up in that bentley customize the paint
Lean in the sink I'm doing what you can't
Nigga say they getting money but I know they ain't
Throw up in the sink, pouring up my drink
Came out the water put that 9 in your face
50 thousand dollars made my lawyer beat the case
It ain't really nothing shoot that nigga in his face
Bitches love the taste, niggas say your grace
Grind through the hood Gucci on my shoelace
Bitch I'm outta space money by the case
I ain't got a suit, but I got a suitcase

[Hook:]
I'm tryna to break the bank [x8]
Walk inside that bitch 500k cash
Walk about that bitch I need a million's dollar cash
I'm tryna to break the bank [x4]

[Verse 2:]
I'm tryna to break the bank who really can do it like this
Who really can do it like me in the streets we're 50 Cents,
In the studio we're Lil Twist I'm riding around on your bitch
I'm stunting on you bitch you niggas can't do it like this
I swear since ever since '07 that's not on my deal
That was like 5 years, 2012 I'm outta here
2013 my year, I do this with no fear
I look in the hater face and ask what do we have here?
It's Soulja, it's soulja
I'm riding around in range rovers
I'm pulling up in ferarris, I'm yelling diamond shawty
I'm sipping lean and bacardi remember I'm the shooter of the party
I really don't go tarded, get me started I go hardy

[Hook:]
I'm tryna to break the bank [x8]
Walk inside that bitch 500k cash
Walk about that bitch I need a million's dollar cash
I'm tryna to break the bank [x4]

"Brick$"


[Intro:]
Yuh
Yeah
Soulja
Police checkin my phone so I need 40 of them things
Soulja
Rich Gang, SODMG
Loud, loud
Don't play with it

I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit, let's go
Young Soulja Boy, I'm down to hit a lick (trappin)
That loud, loud
I got loud (let's go)

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Bricks bricks bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit
Down to hit a lick (let's go)
Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)
Rollin with them bricks (I got em)
Brick, bricks, bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)
Ridin with the shit (let's go)
Down to hit a lick (I got em)
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks

[Verse 1:]
I got bricks, bricks
You know I got the racks (let's go)
You want a Bentley, that's 250 racks
I walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act
Fuck with me Shawty and I won't even text
SOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bank
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thing
Ridin through the city and my cup full of drink
In my Ferrari and it got that candy paint
Ridin foreign whips and I stay getting cash
IPhone 5, they can't bring me all my racks
Smoking on that kush and I stay spending stacks
They say the bank closed, well I open up the racks
Walk inside the vault, I see bands, I see rings
Walk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grands
Million dollars niggas, catch me on my tour bus
Million dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Burn them with a lick
Soulja run with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks

[Verse 2:]
Stuntin is a habit, I'm in love with racks
I'm in love with cash, I love to hit licks
Ridin with that iPhone5 talkin bricks
On the tex with my plug, cold wars and shit
Flexin like a bitch, Soulja Boy don't move sloppy
I just hit a lick, time to cop that Bugatti
Ridin with that new choppa
Nigga try me, body drop
Pistol pop, block is hot
Soulja got them bands in that stamp
Bracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)
Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)
Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)
Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)
Jordans on my feet, number 9
Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the time
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that low
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
Ridin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
I got...

[Outro:]
Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?
It ain't nothing on the street, this is drought
I said nigga what the fuck is a drought?
SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streets
I got em

"Bugatti"
(feat. Rich the Kid)



[Hook:]
I'm in that Bugatti fuckin' up my wrist
Standin' in the trap tryna whip a brick
Catch me in that Gatti tryna whip my wrist
360 whip my wrist, whip my wrist
Ice on my neck, Ice on my wrist
Ridin' in that Gatti fuckin' up my wrist
Ridin' in that Gatti and I broke my wrist
I done sold everything from that to this

[Verse 1 - Soulja Boy:]
Standing on the block, tryna make it flip
In that Bugatti fuckin' up my wrist
Standing in the kitchen wit' a triple beam
Young Nigga flexin' with this rich team
Rich Gang pull up in that fire flame
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds in my chain
You know what I do
I fuck up a check
Whippin' and Flippin' a chicken
I finesse

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Rich the Kid:]
Rich nigga Pull up Bugatti, switch to the Rari
Scuse me pardon me sorry
Soulja Boy having a party, hoes in the lobby
She give me sloppy toppy
Whippin' I'm breaking my wrist
QC the label the shit
Rich Niggas still hittin' licks
I'm the dropping the top while she suckin' the dick
Back then she ain't like me now I'm rich now
In the kitchen water whippin' break a brick down
Ridin' in that Rari to the trap
I got birds in it
Playing with the water on that stove I need more fishscale
They mad cause I made it
You can have crack like the 80's
I got the killers in Haiti

[Hook]

"Bugatti Mastered"


[Hook:]
Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti

[Verse 1:]
Steppin in a party, damn they say damn
Soulja be pulled up in an Audi, yellow diamond Audi
Yellow diamonds brightened
Rolex hide the 90's like it's 1990
Soulja hard and fine, money on my mind
Rollin like Bugatti, one of a kind
2015, no kriss in my jeans
Sippin on that lean, Soulja Boy the king

[Hook:]
Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti

[Verse 2:]
Shoppin spree Shawty, when we in the club we the life of the party
Chain on neck, yea I'm super fresh
I'm all on that jet and I'm headin to a check
Rollin like Bugatti, bitch I'm in a party
She say Soulja Boy, man you the man
Rollin up them bands, so I end up with tan
She pourin up, he stand
Got racks all fill my hands
Rollin like Bugatti, hoppin Ferarri
Yellow diamond Shawty, I got snapped by paparazzi
Yellow Maserati, I'm the man
Still blowin bands, S Beezy get bands

[Hook:]
Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Gatti, Gatti, Gatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Bitch I'm rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti
Rollin like Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti

Bugatti, Bugatti, Bugatti...

"Buku"


Money Gang
Fire Flame, Juice Mixtape, Bitch
4/20
DJ Scream

[Hook:]
I got buku money
I got buku cars
I got buku clothes
I'm livin' with the stars
[x4]

[Verse 1:]
Standin' by the stove, buku bank roll
Yellow diamond shawty, had to shit up on them hoes
Lean in my cup, kush in my blunt
If you reppin' skinny niggas
Gon throw it up (SKINNY NIGGAS)
Westside squad, getcho ass robbed
Money gang boys, yes we stay on our job
Big bank roll, buku hoes
Pull up to the club, lexani on them 4's
Niggas start hatin'
Ak to ya faces
Bitch, talk shit, I'm grabbin' pliers
Removin' braces
Droptop lexus, whole crew flexin'
Ridin' from atlanta all the way to fuckin' texas
Trap goin crazy, crack like the 80's
Droptop maybach got me like patrick swayze
Soulja boy juice'n
80 fuckin' proofin'
When I'm in the booth, Kwon, gon' head salute me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Sippin' out my cup (wassup)
Got a lot a bucks (wassup)
Shop at lenox mall, that's like a 150 plus (wassup)
Duffel bag stuffed, nigga don't fuck with us (wassup)
Choppers on deck, a.k.a. toys'r us (wassup)
Soulja boy swaggin' (wassup)
Pretty boy gangsta (wassup)
Pull up to the club, ak Glock for the wankstas (wassup)
Niggas talkin' down (wassup)
Word around town (wassup)
Snitchin' on my crew will getcho ass shot down (wassup)
Boy I got the juice, money out the roof (wassup)
When my nigga Kwony Cash posted in the booth (wassup)
Westside, Salute (wassup)
Eastside, Respect (wassup)
Southside, Reside (wassup)
Northside, I got them checks (wassup)
Niggas know my name, I ain't playin' no games (wassup)
My yellow diamond Britling put yo whole life to shame (wassup)
My chain cost a mansion, my watch cost a phantom (wassup)
See me in the club still pretty boy dancin', juice

[Hook]

"Cash Swag"



I get cash, I get cash, get cash, making cash
Making cash, and I'm getting cash

Young niggas swag, I'm gettin cash
Everyday swag
When I'm counting cash
Stacking up cash, and I'm gettin cash
Got a lot of cash, put it in a trash bag
Turn up,
Yeah I got cash, stack a lot of cash
Hustle for that cash, grind hard for that cash
Grind for that cash, and I'm stacking cash
Yeah I'm getting cash, put it in a cash bag
When I got cash, girl say she want me
I'm turnt up, I'm getting money
So I'm stacking cash, yeah I'm getting cash
When I stack cash, nigga swag
Pull it up, now you know I'm popping tags
Grind hard, you heard what I said
Blunt after blunt, got us high as hell
On high hell, young nigga roll
Rolex on my wrist, on a nigga grind
Gotta grind hard, and I grind hard
Yeah I grind for the cash, stacking up cash
SODMG, put my picture on Instagram

Stacking up that cash, grinding up that cash
All that cash, stacking all that cash
Grinding for that cash
Grind hard for that cash
Hopping out the car, young nigga swag
Out of this money, man I'm popping tags
Walk up in a Gucci store, I need Louie bags
I'm getting money fast, blowing money fast
LV on my belt, Gucci on my head
Chain on my neck cost a arm and leg
Cuban link with the diamonds sitting on my wrist
Young nigga can't swag something like this
Yeah that cost money, baby that on cash
Got your girl on me
She say I don't trend it, I say that I'm winning
Young nigga winning,
I be getting money
Y'all ain't even getting it
She want me to pivvle, I just be flippin
I just be dippin on my ice got me glistenin
Young nigga listen, grind hard for cash
Westside my city, I be swagging popping tags
Young nigga be, young nigga swag
Stacking up cash, got a lot of cash
Pop a lot of tags, I got a lot of cash
I grind hard, grind for that cash
Yeah I got cash, young nigga swag
Stacking up cash, everybody do
All this fucking cash, young nigga swag
Man I'm stacking cash, grind hard for that cash

Grind for the cash
Grind hard for that cash, for that cash
Grind hard.

"Catch Me If you Can"


[Intro:]
My partners called me and said "Soulja, you a king bro"
Ridin through the city in turbo
Copped a Maserati, dinner Diablo
Ridin through the city, like catch me

[Hook 1:]
Can, catch me if you can
Catch me if you can, I'm gone
Catch me if you can, catch me if you can
Catch me if you can, I'm gone

[Verse 1:]
Catch me if you can, hop inside my van
And I got that sack, and I spend them bands
Louie on my leans, Gucci on my belt
I be ridin foreign whips, I can't help myself
On the Forbes list, swag just like this
My gang rich, all my niggas is rich
Flexin through the scenes, man I got that bitch
She bad as a bitch and she all on my dick
All white party, sippin on Baccardi
Yellow diamond Shawty and a real Aston Martin (geek'n)
Pull up Andriato, Soulja Boy got gwap (she bad)
A hunned thousand dollars (she bad)
And Wes Fargo what

[Hook 2:]
Catch me if you can, catch me if you can
Catch me if you can, I'm gone, I'm gone
Catch me if you can, catch me if you can
Catch me if you can, I'm gone

[Verse 2:]
Soulja
Turnt up to the max
Walk around with them racks
SOD hit licks bitch
Where the fuck ya'll at?
I'm all in the club
VIP with yo main bitch
Said she want some dough shit
She turn me up, I'm stupid rich
Soulja B, Soulja Boy
King Soulja, ride Rovers
Trap hard, break bricks
Smoke pounds, king P's
AK's, Uzzi's
Jet lag, block 40
Ridin round in that Bentley, 250 on my pinky

[Outro:]
Soulja
Soulja
250 on my pinky
Soulja
Boy
Squad
Rich Gang

"Cheat Code Swag"



We ain't trippin off nothing
Dirty kush in my lungs and we smokin on somthin
Tell my boys be cool we gon get there in a minute
Beezy posted every day every motherfuckin second. (Beezy)
S O D Ocean gang in this mothafuckin bitch and you know what I claim
See that mary jane flame I'm too cool for these guys, see they wanna be
Fly but they tell too many lies.
I'm the king I'm the king yeah I'm on my crown shit, lil Dre yella diamonds
When I'm in your town bitch.
I'm the one on your TV screen Color Cut, Clarity
HD 1080p, Screaming SODMG.
L V this, imma get that bitch
See a nigga posted up, imma hit that switch. and imma take my whip and imma
Hit that button everytime you see me know I'm sippin on somthin
Feelin so swagg, can adjust my swag I don't mean to brag. CHEAT CODE SWAG.
Did this shit like it ain't nothing man sold out shows on tour. I'm doing
Something (I'm doing something)
Young boy tell em man,
TEAM SODMG on da TV screen. (TEAM SOD) Flow so hard and make my fans proud
And I'm so damn cool, retro kid steeze now Post on the block so dope, SOD
Gang tell them niggas that they got no joke. imma ball hard lil Dre 2012
Bently auto start. Finally sippin on something I ain't worried bout nothing
Catch me chillin I'm blunted
Kush in my lungs everyday I'm stuntin, and them boys worried bout me should
Be worried bout money
Videogame the way I pop that tag, SODMG wit that CHEAT CODE SWAG. I done
Came through quick, lookin so mean, I done rep my team, stupid dope supreme.
Niggas know bout me I post I can't help it. L V luggage wit the L V BELT
Bitch. Checkered board chest Boi come across the carpet deandre swag I
Done jumped up out the water. (WHAT)Tell em niggas I ain't finished If a
Bitch gonna suck me, Later on she gon lick it. I be posted in da club
Lookin like a walkin ticket, Sexy ass nigga SOD be the shit bitch. It's the
Business, I'm tlkin bout a million
Catch me throwing all this money, hundreds fallin from the ceiling. lil Dre
Be my name. we wont stop til abillion. Be all up off my chain, I'm REPPIN
FOR THE NAME
Bitch boy it's not a game and I still make it look so mothafuckin clean.
Third eye supreme, repping for my team. Lookin so pretty like I feel out a
Dream it's a murda scene the way I drop them tags, it's a murda scene when
They cannot cash it, it's a murda scene when that shit 211. lil Dre

"Come On"


[Intro:]
You wanna go to war?
Do you wanna go to war?
Do you wanna go to war?
Racks, my niggas get it
Money all my niggas go
Call up my niggas, call up my niggas
I got some bad bitches, Soulja Boy be SODMG PTE
Rich Gang, YMCMB

[Hook 1:]
Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on, yeah!
They air me some, I tell em to come on
Come on, dwag!
They say, "what's up?"
I tell 'em to come on!
Come on! Rich Gang!
Come on! Come on! Turn up! Come on!
They're asking me "what's up? ",
I say, "come on!"
They said, "what they do?"
I say, "come on!"

[Verse 1:]
King
Hoppin out the jet
Hoppin in the fret
Pull it and I flex, yellow on my neck!
Diamonds cost a check,
Got a rack! Stat on brick, brickston backpack!
Gucci in the mall, Louie on my drawer
Tell 'em to come on, keep it long drawn!
Keep it man a clip, I won't slip!
I'm gonna have smoke a hundred flips!
Rolling up a zip, standing in the VIP
Pistol on my hip, Soulija got the chips!
Stacks on deck, riding with the tech techno in the rain Wayne
But it got wet wet

[Hook 2:]
Come on, come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Soulija!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Pull up
Come on!
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on!
Come on, come on!
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on!
Soulja
Come on!
Stacks on deck, 20-13 uh

[Verse 2:]
Rain in Versace, I be getting gwapy
Fettuccini macaroni, slap it extra pasty (I'm gwaping)
Ridin with that bean, sippin on codeine (I'm leaning!)
SODMG PTE fiend! (roll up!)
Rich Gang savy, Rich Gang tatted
I be getting cabbage, ridin with that package
Cold like Alaska, swag on bandana
Ridin with that satellite, diamonds on a tunnel
Yeah, diamond in my ear, uh
Water crystal clear, uh
Ridin and I'm sipping lean in that dumb stay real
Yo, SOD that my gang, that's my shit for real
I tatted my teal, I do it for real!

[Outro:]
Come on!
Soulija
Come on!
Soulija
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Soulja
Come on!
S Beezy
Come on!
Soulja
Come on!
Dre
Come on!
Soulja
Come on!
Soulja
Come on!
Salute
Come on!
Rich Gang
Come on!
YMCMB
Come on!
SOD