"Straight Out The Trap"


[Intro:]
Wake up, get that money nigga, King Soulja the mixtape
We got lot of bitch ass niggas out here doing bitch shit
But we still getting money nigga
SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang nigga, salute nigga, look
I'm turn up to the max, I've been get money
Pop bottles nigga, get money nigga
I got straight out the trap
I turn up to the max nigga, I just got back from Japan nigga
400 racks cash nigga in my motherfucking pocket,
Turn up nigga

[Hook:]
Straight out the trap, straight out the trap, turn up
Big Soulja Boy came straight out the trap, yeah
In the foreign whips, I ain't even gotta rap
Big Soulja Boy came straight out the trap, what?
Straight out the trap, yeah, straight out the trap, yeah
Big Soulja Boy came straight out the trap, let's go
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap
I ride in foreign whips, came straight out the trap, King Soulja

[Verse 1:]
Straight out the trap (Straight out the trap),
Diamonds on neck (Diamonds on neck)
I'm in love with the streets, I'm in love with the checks (in love with the checks)
Flexin finesse (Flexin finesse), wake up and turn swag (wake up and turn swag)
I be getting money, I pull off in the Jag (ok)
Louie V my flag (damn), and Gucci my shoes (and Gucci my shoes)
When I walk inside the club, bitch you know what to do
Shake that ass, shake that ass, Soulja Boy a trap nigga
Shake that ass, shake that ass, I send shots at rap niggas
Lil Dre flex hard, pull up with the Forgiatos
26 inches underneath my Gallardo, let's go
Young Soulja Boy, I get cash and I make it rain
Bitch I make it back, straight up out the trap

[Hook:]
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap, let's go
Big Soulja Boy came straight out the trap, yeah
Ridin in the foreign whips, call me straight out the trap
Straight out the trap (Soulja), Straight out the trap
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap
Big Soulja Boy came straight out the trap
Ridin in the foreign whips I pulled it straight out the trap
Straight out the trap, straight out the trap, let's go

[Verse 2:]
Money coming in (in), money coming out (out)
My plug hit me, he touchdown with a large amount, (Soulja)
Out of space money (Dre), I'm on another planet (Jupiter)
Pull up in that drop top, they like God damn it, (splash)
Splashin on them haters, Soulja Boy on fire
I be smoking on the kush (ok), that should keep me high
Need a million dollar cash, remember that
Pull up to the club I'm getting money, remember that
Young and I'm stunting, flexin, getting money
I be getting cash, digital my dash
And that nigga smash, rollin with my squad
SOD Gang yeah we stay getting gwap, gwap

[Hook:]
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap (straight out the trap)
Big Soulja Boy I came straight out the trap, let's go
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap (straight out the trap)
Ridin in the foreign whips I pulled it straight out the trap (straight out the trap)
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap (straight out the trap)
Ridin in the foreign whips I pulled it straight out the trap (let's go)
Straight out the trap, (straight out the trap) straight out the trap (straight out the trap)
Big Soulja Boy I came straight out the trap, let's go

"Stylin'"



Yuh
Soulja
I be killin these niggas man
Yuh

I say, I say, I say, oho
That nigga to beezy

I got all these bands on me, all this cash on me
All these racks on me, all the racks on me
I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin
All the cash on me, all the racks on me
All the bands on me
I be killin these niggas
I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin

All these bands on me, all this cash on me
All the racks on me, all the girls on me
I'm fresh from head to feet
Killin niggas on eat
Yeah I kill em every week
These dress fresh in my sleep
So I'm sylin in the mall, every day we ball
Got money sitting tall, I'm a spend it all
On guap a hold that I talk
Louie shoes now walk
Which niggas though?
Got a half of mill in the vault
I'm balling, what your girl know about me?
Money falling
Tell me what you know about SOD
All these racks on me, all these, all these plaques on me
True religion on my ass, while I let that finish that

All this cash on me, all these racks on me, all these hands on me
I'm stylin, I'm stylin, I'm stylin, I'm stylin
All these bands on me, all this cash on me
All these racks on me,
Damn I be killin you niggas
I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin

All this money on me, we hit the club we deep
Got Gucci on my feet, my nigga on the beat
We kill em every week
Louie on my belt see I can't help myself
And I'm killin these niggas.
I be stylin

"Swag Daddy"


[Intro]
Shouts out to my nigga Ja-Bar....

Its Soulja Boy I'm in this muthafucker live..
Let's get it!
Ocean Gang or drowned, bitch!
SODMG!

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I'mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down,
bitch I made my family happy...
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I'ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Verse 1]
Ocean Gang, drown bitch, I'm back like I never left
Haters talking down, tell them niggas go and kill themself
Never gave a fuck, I don't do this shit often
Came out the water like a pretty-ass dolphin
Swag on my fist bitch, 10 on my ring
I done stepped in the club god damn i made it rain
ball like major pain, two straps like mass paint
Niggas talking about me, SOD on me
SOD on everything man, this my life
God damn I love this shit, I wouldn't trade it for shit
I done fucked 20 hoes, world around the globe
Made a bitch touch her toes
made her took up all the globe
Ocean Gang can drown, I'll be standing on the stage
With a 100 million dollars like "God damn I'm brave!"
lil dre be the shit, nigga fuck what ya heard
Talking down on my clique, get flipped like a bird, bitch!

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I'mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down bitch
i made my family happy...
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I'ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Verse 2]
LV shades on and my pants saggin
Screaming "Ocean Gang or drown!" I'm the Swag Daddy
Niggas mad cause I ride, and my paint candy
Niggas talking down, bitch, my swag outstanding!
Looking like I done came from another planet
Looking like I done swagged about another million
God damn, I'm some shit that you've never seen
I'm so fresh, look like I came out your dreams
Lil Dre bitch, I'm my brother's keeper
AK-47, searching for the heat seeker
I'mma found you if you talking down
I'm the swag daddy bitch, that's word around town
Disrespect SOD, bitch it's going down
I'm not Yung Joc, bitch going down
My Swag nonstop in my fucking town
Welcome to my city.. let's go smoke 100 pounds!!!

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I'mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down bitch
I made my family happy...
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I'ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Verse 3]
All I'm hearing is Soulja Boy is getting cake
I don't ever go to sleep, how the fuck I'm gonna wake n bake?
They call me Lil Drake, condo by the fuckin lake
The fuck you niggas smokin? Mission by the fuckin ocean
They tried to kick me off the plane
Cause my pants saggin
Went and caught the private jet cause I'm the swag daddy
Niggas mad cause my swag's so outstanding
Pull up to the red carpet, hopping out the Phantom
I gives a fuck what you think, I do what I want to
Ride through my Trap, throwing money out the sunroof
If said it on the track then I fucking mean it
Pretty Boy Swag... I'm so damn conceited!
And I look like a fucking genius!
Standing on the tv screen, nigga suck my penis
No homo bitch, I'm rich, and I fucking mean it
God damn I smoke that purp, and that shit is stinking! (Bitch)

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I'mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down bitch
I made my family happy...
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I'm the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I'ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Outro]
Bitch! I never gave a fuck I made my family happy
uh.. souljer, swager, ocean, souljer, j-bar
[?] never gave a fuck I made my family happy!!

"Swag Flu"
(feat. Birdman, Gucci Mane)



[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I, I, I, I Be so High (so High)
So, so fly (so fly)
Above the clouds
I, I, I Got Da Swag Flu
I, I, I Be so clean (so so clean)
New Jeans (new jeans)
Look, look at me, I, I, I, I Got da Swag Flu
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Hopped up out the Lambo,
With my top down (top down)
Soulja tellem, I'm spending hot sh-t,
Tell that to the birdman (man)
Shout out to the cash,
Man we holding down...
Every song that I drop I spit that knowledge,
I pull up to my mansion and it's bigger than a college,
Ya boy spending cash every second every minute,
When it come to the stunting dog it ain't no...
Sipping on the bottle until that bitch empty,
Bottle after bottle yeah I got plenty,
I'm just getting started ain't no where near...
The chain on my neck cost two drop top,..

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Swisha, sweets, money on the fee,
Hundred on the sheet,
Call the f-50 a piece,
Condo suites, Versace sheets,
Cold whip game, candy am a hundred each,
My type hot drop top sunny nights,
Cash money life, popping bottles hopping flights,
Versace shades, baby got this money to blow,
And she know it so I bought her to this marble floor

Holiday everyday in this high life,
Red hot lights and smash on site,
Spending how you feel,
Always daddy, life is priceless,
Strapped in that... candy,

[Chorus]

"Swisher Sweet Swag"
(feat. Kreayshawn & V.I.C)



Five gold chains and you know I do my thing bitch
It's Soulja Boy tell 'em, man these rappers on that lame shit
I came out the water
Standing on the carpet
Five gold chains like a black, pink dolphin (WOO)
Gold grill shawty
Blast gang, gang gang gang
Money gang montana and you know I do my damn thing
Swagged up shawty, yea I made swag he
40 on my wrist, and I swagged out the asshole
Young choppa banana clips gone leave swago-tango
Nigga talking all that shit, but my diamonds like a rainbow
Bitch I swag, like a cango
Okay, I hit you in yo ankle
Bitch I ride, round my trap
It's so fly, so if you say so
It's okay though, I'm gon' play hoe
I'm gon' ball like [?]
All my money, yea my pesos
Bitch you get back,
You like legos
So you black

[Chorus]
Swisher Sweet Swag [x7]
Kush, smoking loud when I
Swisher Sweet Swag
Girls on now when I
Swisher Sweet Swag [x5]

Soulja Boy got the cash bruh
Red iPhone like, swag swag swag swag bruh
Came out the water like back to the future
Got so much money, got it off of the computer
Macbook PRO
Bitch I'm shawty Lo
Twitter.com/IGotItForTheLow
Tumblr on a hoe
Google+ my dawg
Niggas getting mad cause I sold out my show
Pretty boy gang, pretty boy mod
Shouts out Kreayshawn, that's that white girl mob
The girl suck my dick like corn on a cob
You flexin in my hood, I bet you get yo ass robbed
It's halloween season
It's yellow diamond Beezy
I came out the water beefin
Fuck a peace treaty
I'm beefin with my own niggas
I'm beefin with my own state
I gives a fuck about yo face
I shoot yo bitch up in yo face

[Chorus]

"T.U."



Soulja Boy
Lil Dre

Everywhere we go we get money
Keepin' it one hunned
Smokin' one hunned
Ridin' one hunned

Chasin' every puff
Chasin' every puff

Waking up every morning and it's all on
Girls have my phone
Man, it's on
You already know the song
We smoke strong
Everything scrone
Everything super on
Everything super on
Cashed out on the porch
Cashed out on the beat
Cashed out on the Hummer
Cashed out on the Benz
Cashed out on the Mazzy
Cashed out on the bright lean
Cashed out all the diamonds
And them diamonds got me shinin'
Cashed out on everything
Everything straight super on
Turnt up I'm talkin' super on
Turnt up I'm talkin' super on
Everything straight packin'
Everybody with me packin'
Ain't no problem, what's happenin'?
Young nigga so savage
Hold it down on my side
Young nigga talkin' 25
Real talk man, what it if?
We on the block on a battlefield
It ain't no problem, no problems
Stacking cash, throw one hundons
Talkin' Bentleys and fastened
Walkin' down so I cashed out this action
No no, we ain't playin'
Hell no, we ain't playin'
Niggas play and we sprayin'
Niggas play and we sprayin'
Talkin' down on my niggas
I'm a shoot you down, you a bitch bruh
Real talk, we getting money
So we keep this shit one hunned
Stacks on deck, we run it
Told this nigga he don't want it
Young Dre, men I'm flexin'
Money on deck got me flexin'
Stacks on deck we in a section
Flyin' down the highway, I'm reckless
Young nigga flexin' off money
Cashed up and I'm getting so much money
Man, fuck these niggas thinkin'?
Man, fuck these niggas sayin'?
Niggas talk and they talkin'
But I'm still Louie walkin'
20 Benz in an hour
Fresh as fuck then hopped up out the shower
Pulling up in that white thing
Caught the Bent then all over rains
Nigga so fresh
Pull up, gold on my ne-eck
Lil Dre, you already know
Take it to the hood, west side, what's happenin'?
Zone 1 what's happenin'?
Zone 1 what's happenin'?
West side what's happenin'?
West side what's happenin'?
Zone 1 what it be?
SOD what it be?
Got my niggas with me
Got my niggas with me
No, we ain't lackin'
My niggas packin'
Ready for that action
Young nigga super savage
Everything is super on
And you'd better smoke stupid strong
Ran through my hood, gang shit on
Ran through my hood, I'm flexin' shit on
Throwin' chrome up on everything
Throwin' gold up on every chain
In the VIP we're snappin'
And them cameras keep flashin'

"Talking Winning"



Damn, damn watch cost a ticket
When they caught the Phantom, let 'em know that I'm winnin'
I walk inside the club, gold bars to be specific
Everything gone, let 'em know I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' winnin', everybody's winnin'
Walk inside the venue and we with the business
Any kind of pressure, let 'em know that I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' winnin', everyone's winnin'

Soulja Boy swag
Cold, so polar
I got so many cars, Soulja Boy motors
Pull up and I'm flexin' on rodeo drive
I've got 55 racks and my pocket going live
Stacks on deck boys, we all about them plays
I get like hold it homie, you don't know what we ate
Little Dre flex and SOD flex
I be pullin' up on pipes, 24 and flex
Everywhere we go you know that we winnin'
Big bank roll to let 'em know that we winnin'
Everybody know what my whole squad is winnin'
Stacks on deck, we gon kill 'em we gon kill 'em
I'm pullin' up and I hate them haters feelings
Everybody know Soulja Boy straight to grillin'
I'm on the hook and it's a great feeling
Taking over every day, niggas straight drillin'

Damn, damn watch cost a ticket
When they caught the Phantom, let 'em know that I'm winnin'
I walk inside the club, gold bars to be specific
Everything gone, let 'em know I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' winnin', everybody's winnin'
Walk inside the venue and we with the business
Any kind of pressure, let 'em know that I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' winnin', everyone's winnin'

The music that I'm making got me knowing that I'm king
I create art every time I pull up on the scene
Gold on my neck and I keep a full magazine
Got a phone call so you know it's time to do my thing
I woke form my slumber and I'm 'bout to break it down
Now you talkin' out the pounds, see you at the finish line
They ain't give it to me so I went ahead and took it
Soulja Boy my name, hittin' plays and makin' juice beats
The song that I'm on, man you know I'm going ham
I go so hard, put that shit on Instagram
I'm flexin' through my city and they knowin' that it's me
That my face on MTV, I swag hard but you low key
(Turn up, turn up)
Pullin' up, we makin' plays
I be cashin' out, stackin' out every damn day
That my stash house and condo house, chillin' every day
We post up with a hundred k, might throw it in your face

Damn, damn watch cost a ticket
When they caught the Phantom, let 'em know that I'm winnin'
I walk inside the club, gold bars to be specific
Everything gone, let 'em know I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' winnin', everybody's winnin'
Walk inside the venue and we with the business
Any kind of pressure, let 'em know that I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' winnin', everyone's winnin'

Swag swag swag
Yeeeea
Just talkin' winnin'
I'm just talkin' winnin'
I'm just talkin' winnin'
I'm just talkin' winnin'
Girls buy everything everything
Girls buy Girls buy everything everything
I'm just talkin' winnin'
I'm just talkin' winnin'
50k we get it, 100 k we spend it
Champagne money bitch

"Tattoos On My Body"


[Intro:]
Yea
It's Soulja
SODMG

[Verse 1:]
You know that nigga flashin
Pull up jockin, all these bitches watchin
Step inside the club, now she diddy boppin
Uh, get it poppin, I got hella bottles
I'm in that Lamborghini and I'm goin full throttle
Touchdown, touchdown, hands in the air
Bust down, bust down, Rolex everywhere
I got this cash man, I pull with swag
SOD Gang, that's 100 on my tac
Goddamn, now all the girls going crazy
Cause I pulled up to the club in a new Mercedes
And I got the swag, came out the water
I got so much cash I can make it rain water

Tattoos on my body
Tattoos in the party
Walkin through air, everybody know it's me
SOD Gang bitch getting green

[Hook:]
Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body yea
Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
I got Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
I got Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati

[Verse 2:]
Say I step inside the club, pulled up in a Audi
If you disrespect Dre pull the Glock 40
I'm so fuckin swagged up, bitches in the party
Wanna hug and kiss on my tattoos Shawty
I be getting tipsy in the club with bout 50 bitches
With the kid I be swaggin C notes 20 inches
BMW, Maserati, Ghost's
I be getting money less, take a fuckin toast yes
Brag at the boasters, don't get no closest
SOD Gang, we ferocious
Money on deck and I put my cup on coasters
Lil Dre, SOD Gang taking over

I got tattoos on my body, bitches in the lobby
Bitches in the party, they be kissin me so sloppy
I fry fish like telafi yea
SOD Gang, we get money ain't no stopping us
Ain't no stopping us

[Hook:]
Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
I got Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
I got Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
I got Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati

[Verse 3:]
I just hit the fuckin store, cashed out,
I just need a Playstation 4, X Box 123
Here we go, bitches on deck
Couple of em on the floor, twerk twerk twerk
Go to work, SOD Gang, we a problem
Tell me what's a fuckin good to a gobbler?
I be on the block swaggin for real tho
SOD Gang, we some top shot killers
First round pick like the NFL
I got so much cash around, I be Dr. 12
Hundred M's in one good nigga, I be getting in
SOD Gang bitch, you know that we takin it over

I got money in the back, I got money in the front
I got bitches cookin crack, I got bitches rollin blunts
I got bitches on my dick, I got hoes wanna stunt
SOD Money Gang, everybody know wussup

[Hook:]
Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
I got Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Tattoos on my body, Tattoos on my body
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati
Pyramids on my back, they think I'm Illuminati

"Texas"



I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
it feels good, I love my life - I wake up, I get my cake up, I bake up!
nu-in but that purple flava! yeah I love dis shit, I live dis shit, I reminisce, I'm real as shit, real as fuck, fucked yo bitch! yeaaaaah she sucked that dick, I swagged up, I juiced that shit, I'm times ten - eleven clips, twelve diamond chains & whips, I'm on it! I'm on that ATL shit, I'm on that MIA shit, I'm on that chi-town shit, that Houston, Texas shit, that screwed up shit, that purple shit, light that fucking spliff, get me higher bitch, suck a dick, yellow diamond ring, I'm a king, all my jewelry bling, swinging on them things, I'm a motha fucking da prince's, I look like Donald Trump, when he made his first one million, I feel like I'm high, and I'm standing on top of the ceilings, I do me, I do nothing but me, and gets money, and I'm good at it, I know my mathematics, I say fuck subtracting, I gots to get it in like a fuck nigga, get it in like a buck quicker, get it in like a truck nigga, dump dump with the k clip, nigga I stay around with bout eight pounds - I'm da underground, in my town, I'm the one now. Player, mayor, soulja, slayer, ak like Kobe, I pop it you know it I'm sharp like shinobi, swag OD, nigga that mean I'm swag overdosed, swag out the ass, then I went and shitted on the globe, now everywhere I go I'm hearing, swag swag swag swag hoe, aahhh!

Your bitch ride like a rodeo, shouts out to Antonio, we get your bitch and we run a train, all I know is I'm rich as fuck, I know the game, swag in my fucking veins, swag on my shoe strings, swag out the roof mayne, still on that same shit, but I'm getting new money and it feels great, it feels amazing to wake up, to a fourteen million dollar estate, buy a lake, or buy the beach, or buy the ocean, ion know I'm hood, 8k and I'm not Hollywood, but I got a crib in Hollywood, I'm from Simpson road, west side's on one coast, bitch talk shit, I boss, I don't brag bitch, I state facts. I scrape off in black jags, my pants sag to show the louie, money spent a hundred k, in the louie shop, I'm like ouie ouuiee. Now my hair blonde and all the blonde girls wanna suck my dick, it feels so good to be so motha fucking rich! I hopped out the back of the maybach like nigga I'm the shit! Fuck all of you hoes, I don't give a shit! This that new mixtape!

This what I dreamed of, this exactly what I dreamed of, I pulled up on the scene cuz, you should've seen that shit bruh, that shit looked so wonderful, my chain look so tropical, yo bitch on top of who, on top of me, its a shopping spree, you history, I'm sixty deep, in VIP, popping bottles b, you know its me, cause its soulja b from SOD, I'm a boss b, I'm a outlaw, I go hard, top off throwing bank cards, from making it rain with dollar bills, bitch I'ma throw ten black cards, I'ma throw ten black cards, cause I'm a profit, a tycoon, a CEO, entrepreneur, damn I'm rich, got damn I'm full with knowledge, lets give it to these fucking kids, swag on my fucking wrist, real talk bruh I'm the shit, real talk I'm the true no false, I'm the truer boss, with the sock shop off, waffle house, sip n syrup, zan with lean on the damn curb, calm my nerves, smoke the purp, on the ocean, shouts out to ocean gang, got damn I'm so hot don't put me next to no propane!

"That Nigga Not Me (Hopsin Diss)"


I’m the mother fucking founder
I’m the mother fucking
I’m the mother fucking CDO
turn up!

I’m so fresh nigga
you wanna have swag
and checkin in
get money like..

Huh huh huh nigga

Man fuck that other nigga, ’cause that nigga on me
I’ll be so swagged up flying to this fucking streets
I got test on my own so you’re knowin what it be
well I get your real friend and get fuck with [?]
I’ll be rhyme in my hood with the swag it go deep
the niggas hatin on me but I don’t give a damn
put me soldier boy tell em I’ll be pulling all from yell
got me soldier boy tell em I’ll be whippin it from bell
first of all my nigga boys havin
I rip go so deep and we can get it crack
I go niggas talk shit, man all them niggas fake
I bet my name soldier boy but bitch have a little drink

[Hook:]
Fuck that other nigga ’cause that nigga ain’t me [x3]
fuck that other nigga I’ll be off the streets
Fuck that other nigga ’cause that nigga ain’t me [x3]
fuck that other nigga I’ll post it in the streets

Man I’m bad, man I’m riving is that a problem I’ve been resolving
nigga so shit got me Kay and out it to this knockin
I’ll be dray, I’ll be paid, I’ll be pulling all on blaze
I’ll be fuckin all these hoes
yeah it’s the pre-boy game
I’ll be flaxin with my chain
Charlie go with my arm and my God I’ma start
am I go that swan, I’ma sell so long
’cause I wake up with my swag and I’m so much money
when is coming by the bag
stacks on stacks on stacks is hair
bitch you know what’s up
with my niggas with me and we don’t give a fuck
and I give my drinks other drinks and fuck the drink, hold the drink
it must cause a drink my chain and I’m like a rainbow so

[Hook:]
Fuck that other nigga ’cause that nigga ain’t me [x3]
fuck that other nigga I’ll be off the streets
Fuck that other nigga ’cause that nigga ain’t me [x3]
fuck that other nigga I’ll post it in the streets

Omg, bitch no sell
I’ll be riding with my [?]
fucking game in this bitch
dray you know we’re pulling triggers
I’ll be tearing on my chest
I’ll be tearing on my back
so we got a fuckin Porsche
damn rack, damn rack
Oh my God

"That Theme"



Shout out to my nigga Project Pat
Shout out to my nigga D. Flores SODMG
Wut?
Juice II
Big South
Juice II nigga

Pull up, flexin' on niggas
I push button on my dizzy dash convert we get fitters
Drop the top on the brand new foreign, that's what we do
With me and Bunks one week off tourin'
I thought you knew, Soulja Boy, tell 'em about the revenue
Cash and company comin'
We rubber bands money bounce like elastic
Tell 'em that we getting this cash in, it ain't nothin' you nigga
All you fucking new niggas is just fuckin' new niggas
Lil Dre fuck on you niggas, pull up – drop a band
I put leanin' on purple and eastern pink hit stand
Like damn, bands on top of bands, this what we do
Stacks on deck
Boy, stacks on deck
Gang, stacks on deck
Mane, stacks on deck entertainment, frame it
Pull up in the drop top with your girl getting brain
Lamborghini, flip the colors on it
Switchin' black, ridin' black, flip the colors on it
Gold watch, gold ring, gold chain too
Tattoos out the frame on that dude
Juice II, Juice Dos
Juice uno, juice dos
Juice west coast
I done pull up
Everybody know what's happenin' with the kill
Getting trappin' with the kill
It's so sad, CEO fantastic
Can't have it
Number 1, we gotta have it
Oh my God, oh my God swag
Number 1 we gotta have it
Swag swag Dre Dre
Number 1 we gotta have it
Working out the pound, nigga hold it down
Sour on my mind
Now my chopper hold a hundred rounds
Ridin' through my town like damn I'm the fuckin' man
Caught a million grounds up in bounds
I'm the fuckin' man
Pullin' up like yes I am
Handkerchief in hand, Gucci bandana
And my hands on all my car
Got me feelin' like I'm on the spaceship, a superstar
Young nigga cashin' all this money in this fashion
I pull up in his ass and drop top with a yella bone
Pull up in the VIP they like what is going on
Make it rain on everybody, I'm talkin' every one
Then we throw 100's then 50's, 20's and anyone's
Lil Dre in the in the club, going crazy
55 racks later, going crazy
Gold ace of spades, bottle got me feeling hazy
I'm a screw up and I'll just pop me a pill
Came through the club but you know that's what it is
Juice II in the atmosphere, that's what it is
My niggas go so hard, my nigga we do that every year
Smokin' on this kush got the kush off in the air
Put it in the air, we the niggas in the building
Any nigga hatin' talkin' down we gon kill them
Battle fay, drill 'em
Tell them weird all niggas
West side niggas, we swag on niggas
Put tags on bitches, draw jazz and we niggas
Fuck with my niggas and we leave you in the ditches
Leave you full of stitches, you could get your head shook
Pull up, take a picture
Young rich nigga
Young rich nigga
Pull up, take a picture
Young rich nigga
Pull up, take a picture
Pull up, take a picture
Pull up, take a picture
Pull up, take a picture
Pull up, take my picture
Cause I'm flexin' on niggas
Pull up, take my picture
Cause I'm flexin'
Girls girls girls
Girls all over the world
Stacks on deck gang
Stacks on deck gang
Turn up
What? What? What?
Get booked nigga

500 k in my robbin' jeans
Goddamn Dre you didn't pull up in a limousine
Goddamn I got cliffs and some fuckin' methazine
Nigga talkin' down but that's blasphemy, don't blast for me
Young Dre up in this thing, it could be achin'
So my money on my arm and my necklace
Pull up to the club, you ain't on the guest list
I'm flexin' since I'm flexin'
VIP!
Juice
Turn up

"That's My Nigga"


Gold on deck bitch
Watch yo muthfucka mouth wen yu tlk to a muthfucka king
I step in d muthfucka club
Everybody lookin at me nigga
Yu already know wat time it is bitch
Dats my nigga
Hell yeah dats my nigga
wats up load up nigga racks up nigga
Beast up power up bitch I see you

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga

[Verse 1:]
Dats my nigga
Damn dats my nigga
Runnin in d paperchase
We gettin to d figures
We fuck d hoes
Big bank rolls
Stupis big bank rolls
Brand new jewerly
Brand new clothes
Aww
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Ridin through our city
Fuckin hella bitches
Sunny on deck and we still diggin ditches
We beefin fuck a peach treaty
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Wen I'm gettin tired told dat nigga to count dem figures
Different missions loaded
We gon run it on d duo we gon hit it fo d 2 fo
Hit dat bitch and wat is new tho

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga

[Verse 2:]
Dats my nigga
Ridin through the city
100 K in a duffle bag
Who fuckin with me
Dats my nigga
We runnin through these hoes
On d basketball court we gon through d score
Da whole thang
We jumpin out the gym
That's my nigga
God damn we gettin it in
Backpack full wit nun but racks
Benjamin I'm in love wit dat
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
100 K I told dat boy to count dem figures
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
If dey disrespect yu best believe he gon pull dat trigga

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Aww dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Damn dats my nigga

[Verse 3:]
If we get pulled over we aint snitchin
If we in d drought he aint bitchin
If we in dat beef he aint switchin
Dats my nigga God damn we bout to count to dese billions
To d grave
Until I'm gone
If I'm a king
We on d throne
I'm racked up
Kush in my cologne
If I hit the jewelry store he hit the jewerly store
If I hit the liquor store he hit the liquor store
If I kicked dat doe he down to kick a doe
Dats my nigga bet bout to blaze a blount
Dats my nigga I aint even got to stunt
Shouts to my niggas dat aint gettin it in
2012 we goin in
Gold on deck tell dem to dix dey face
I'm iced out
Don't catch dat case
Yea yea dats my nigga
If yu see yo nigga say dats my nigga
We turned up
Gold on deck money gang we smoked up

"The King"



Soulja
Soulja Boy on the beat
Soulja! Turn up

All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
Walkin through the club, I'm the freshest ever seen
All the girls jock and they keep on watching me
Shout out to my team 'cause we on a shoppin spree
All this gold, I feel like I'm the king
All this gold, I feel like I'm the king
All this gold, I feel like I'm the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything

Shout out to my team, rockin all this gold
Ridin through the hood and I got the dope
Yea I got the bricks for the Shawty Lo
Go air you up, all leavin on my row
Gold on my neck, gold on my chain
Gold on my watch, gold on my rings
Ridin through the hood, yea I do my thing
Whole lot of cash, tryna make it rain

Gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything

All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the pharaoh
Ridin through the hood in that new Camaro
Hop up out that Phantom and my diamonds dancing
5 ounces on me, Scarface mansion
Rolex on my wrist flooded with the diamonds
Ridin through the hood and I'm still shinin
Medusa on my neck, gold everything
All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king

All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything
I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
I'm feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything

"The Man"


[Hook:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I blow bands, I blow bands

[Verse 1:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, my whole team blow bands
Blow bands, yeah, blow bands
I'm the man, I'm the man, I be rolling off them Xan's (off the Xan's)
I be rolling off them Xan's, I'm the man

[Hook:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, blowing bands, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, go, go, go, I'm the man

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I cashed out this year (cash out)
The top on my car, it just disappeared (poof)
My engine sittin' in the rear (zoom)
If you ain't getting cash, fuck up outta here (go)
Young Soulja, this my year (what?)
Candy-paint the Range Rover and the [?]
Two chains got me feeling great
Hoppin' out the foreign whip to a new estate (damn)
My ring looking icy now
I'm hoppin' out the whip, they screamin Soulja on
Those bricks touch down, then they gone
If you need a verse nigga, hit me on my phone
They know that I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, blowing bands, blowing it like a fan
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm blowing kush, sippin' lean, rolling off them Xan's

[Hook:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, blowing bands, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, rolling off them Xan's
I'm the man, I'm the man (turn up)
I'm the man, I'm the man [x3]

[Verse 3:]
Red bottom walking, I'm the man (red bottom)
Up inside the versace store, a whole lotta bag
A whole lotta Gucci [?] on the tag (damn)
Nigga need rags, you can add it to my tab
Rolling off of poper and she on the lower tap
Hoppin' out the foreign, you know Soulja get cash
I splash, in my whip there's dizzy da dash [x2]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm blowing bands
Just like a copper
I'm in the club and my brother brought the chopper
I'm rolling off of bean, and a yopper
A yopper
I'm the man

"The Money Team"


[Hook:]
So pull up we ballin, we pull up in Porsches
I got lambos, got lambos and phantoms
Got Maybachs and Rolex, we pull up we stuntin,
No time is money, know that we stuntin
For my team, got zan with that lean
Now with that benz, movie scene
We pull up in Porsches, Maybachs and phantoms
Lambos and Rolex, till we get money

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
As I pull up on stuntin, S O D we get money, money
Money gang yeah we flexin, pull up on slow mo
You know I rock polo, louie V, you know is my team team
Get money S O D, turn up, yeah
Movie scene, shouts out shaoline
Got gass and that lean, I got lambos and beans
I got Lamborghini Maseratti, pull off the pain
Got you smoke the pain on purple, got me sippin on drink
I say pull up we stuntin, lovin the Porsches
Lambos and phantoms, maybachs and the Rolex
Money we pouring
No time is money

[Hook:]
For my team, zan with the lean
Got line with that bean, with that lean.
Should moving scene
You know that we stuntin
Time is money, ain't we [?]
We all get money

[Verse 2: Sean Kingston]
Time is money, SOD, march now, be the team
Bout the green, bout the dough,
Niggas talk chess killing with the flow
Off the top, on the top, I ain't got a call man I'm on the lot
I ain't on the club man on the spot
Your niggas talking but I'm getting guap
But I'm really 'bout money from Jamaica, that's yur girl but I might just take her
Serve a shot just like a waiter
House came with an elevator
Balin out, ballin out, bitch you know that I represent the south
Got a lot of money, got a lot of dough
Nigga talk chess, so I'm killing with the flow
Hey it's a freestyle, money going up, yes go now
Niggas talk chess so is going down
Got the chopper out, yes it's going down
Got the SOD, time is money, and we getting all this money
And we getting all this hundreds
Man try to show we get money
Man ain't nothing to a G now free stop this shit for free
Got a chopper and my niggas with me
Load it up yeah we're getting tipsy
How we're getting this money, how we're getting this dough?
We pull up them whips say what? We're taking they hoes

"The Vampire Gang"


Soulja Soulja
Nigga
It's the Vamphire Gang

[Verse 1:]
You bitches hating on SOD I'll put tha pistols in yo mouth
Niggas talking all that shit I send my clip into your house
Bitch I'm bout to drop it all, bitch I'm in the fucking building
All these niggas hating on me, mane I'm bout to fucking kill them
SOD reppin click vampire gang that's who I'm with
Yellow diamond brighting on me got me stunting on a bitch
Everybody fucking know that you and yo click is a hoe
Soulja gang that be my name and bitch I'm bout to bring da pain

[Chorus:]
Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

[Verse 2:]
What you niggas know bout me, no really what you know bout me
You don't know shit bout me you don't know my history
Coming with the ak 4 7 man can liver handles
Nigga god bless this day quick god rescue that
To the perry mad example cause the vampire caught him sleeping
Now niggas tripping cause a nigga gone mane real talk
And you belong to me all my enemies r.I.p. I'm too deep of in these streets
And rest in peace I tote that heat I'm on da block it's so damn mine off in my hood
Mane ask about me in da streets my name is so good
Call me dre aka lil dre smoking on dat kush got tools it's so loudly
If it run it look like bush five on me boy you don't know me
So tell yo homie to calm down for we come down put that choppas sound
Automatic leave him dead in traffic boy I let him have it
Soulja b that be my fucking name and you know what the fuck I claim

[Chorus:]
Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

"There Go Soulja"


[Intro:]
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
Stacks on deck
West side! Hey, hey!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, there go Soulja, I'm getting money
Ha ha ha, ain't a damn thing funny
I'm in the truck, got that bitch down on me
A nigga try me, then you know that I blow it
Kill him, kill him!
And that pistol's what I'm told aye
I'm in that rolly and I'm rolling
I got that Bentley and I roll it
We did a show and I'm on it!
I'm getting high, that's a party
The Cush got me high to the next morning
Hey! I'm turnt up to the maximum
I drop my album in that shit, where the platinums?

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 2:]
I picked up a bad bitch, in my Rolly
I'm running on the block and I'm frozen
I got that coat like it's October
Niggas hating on the clique, but you know us
And ain't nothing to a soulija
I got this money in my pocket and I blow up
No husband on me since I blowed up
And I'm sipping on this lean until I throw up
Was happening on the cap?
Big cash, stacks on deck, bitch we trappin
Bow-bow! Right now, man I'm poppin
I caught my broksy up and he gonna bring the chopper!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 3:]
I can't lie, spent a lot on my Bentley
Two hundred fifty, come here with me
I'm flexing through the city
Got some true religion, Louis, Louis, Louis!
I'm fucking with this Louis shit!
I model up in Ninas with these special kicks
Niggas hating on my campaign
I'm getting money bitch you see me in a fast line
I'm gone
Man, you're hating, it ain't a doubt mane
I throw some money on my damn chain
I put some money on my down ring
I get so much money, like I'm selling cocaine!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

"This Weed Loud"



This shit got me coughin but aye
Shit, we them niggas man

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, and I can't turn it down
I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it nah

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, man damn this weed loud
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down

I'm with my young nigga, I put him on that dope
Yea you hit the blunt and now that nigga float
We on the west coast from the south side
I'm from ATL, niggas get their mouth whipped
I be dead in the paint, blowing on that stank
I ain't scared to drop car smoke on that bank
I ain't scared to drive the car silp on that drain
What the fuck you talkin bout, I pull up on you

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
No I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
No I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down no

Damn this weed loud

Shout out to Wiz Khalifa, I'm smoking ball molly, yea I'm rollin off the reefer
I'm smoking on the kush, I'm smoking on the dope
Hold it in my chest, it ain't nothing but some smoke
I'm higher than the hope, breaking down Combs
I got Diamond OG and I stuffed it in the bong
I call my nigga Burner and he break some cookie crumbs
Is Soulja Boy told? You know I got that100 rounds drove

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
Man I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down, what?

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
No I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Smoking is my specialty, man you know I get high
Pull up to the weed shop, you know what's my supply
Pass me that diamond OG, we can blow a joint
Ridin on that, smoking on that kush, now call it doyce
Here's Lil Dre, I'm goin ham man, I need a choice
I like head bang and I like OG
I like OG that had me so fuckin high
My nigga told me to smoke up on that herb I
Rolled it up in a blunt and now I'm high as hell
I love smoking swisha sweets, you can't fuckin tell
Man my milk went black, all that damn dope
I smoke and get high, watching down your throat

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
Man I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
Man I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Young & Flexin, shout out to my nigga KP
Known to my Datpiff, known to my
Shout out to all my niggas that get high
Shout out to my nigga Curtis and my nigga Spittle

"Thug Story"



Yo yea
Yo yo
Yo yea
Soulja
I don’t need pussy ass niggas man
This that motherfuckin Young & Flexin man
Fuck all these pussy ass niggas hatin on the motherfuckin Soulja
I ain’t got no time to play with you bitch ass niggas man
Yo

These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it)
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it no
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it)
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it

So I’m ridin round with that 30 clip, I’mma let a nigga have it
I’m swayvin, back to back in fuckin traffic
Traffic with my niggas, we gon blow this kush
I’m a young drug nigga, I don’t know this shit
Don’t know shit, but icy
I post up in my YT, I’m swagged out like Nike
A young nigga on south beach
With a bad bitch, with some liquor
And some lean and some pistol
I post up, it’s a million
A million and a mill too
We run through that, got the stacks, burst through that
Cash up, caked that
You fuck me’s you fake that
Real nigga – take that
Hit the block, break that
Get a plate, scrape that
On the block, make that

Bitches say that I’m sexy, that boy Soulja
The hottest and best rapper, bitch I thought I told ya
Follow me to the Philippines
Better be a fucking king
Not sure of these fake niggas, Soulja Boy, I’m so supreme
Modicom that fool with that fuckin full
Drop on my album, December 13th I’m in that ho
Sold out this show, bout to roll up, ain’t trippin
Bout to roll up, ain’t slippin
Come with my Smith & Wesson
Suck with a real nigga, my music go so hard
I’m so true to this, I’m new to this
We new to this and we nuisance bitch
Let’s go, coming out the block hard scopes
My nigga’s in this bitch
For real, I’m talkin hard bull
Take my trip to London and I’m steady bunkin
You ain’t made a million nigga, I’m disappointed (nigga)
Soulja Boy – I flex, tear these grams with hella plix
Niggas talkin what they want, I take their girl and give em sex
Bruh, why you ain’t fuckin with the Soulja?
Bruh, why ya ain’t voting like I told ya?
Name brand, snap back
Nigga, give me my swag back
Grindin through the hood, I get a dope VSL

Ridin through my hood, everything YSL
Niggas say they rich as Soulja Boy, I can’t tell
Drop top Bentley, 20-50 SS hell
Fast on that highway, goin in fast as hell

It’s a legendary moment
I’m shittin on my opponent
Got bottles in that bitch, I got money in this bitch
And you know I’m with this shit
You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit
You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit
Fuck with my clique, you wanna lick my dick
I ain’t stop for real, my niggas in this bitch
Whoa, whoa

"Time Is Money"


That nigga too dizzy
Every second goes in his cage
They say time is money
So I'm still sweat

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money

I'm on a schedule
I am ahead of you
Shut up my niggaz we stackin' a million
Deals come in, we kill
Stackin' that money, tryin' to make the big break
Pull up to the block and I pour 8
Everybody knows we're getting the cake
Hustle, work, trap
Thrill, lot of dance
Money filled, cash, pistol
Hanging on my hip
Damn, that btich read me while I'm on the script

Every second goes biting on his cage
They say time is money so I'm still sweat

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money

I'm sending that coke with no colour
There's nothing to move
You're kissin' that bitch
We're smashin' and passin' the money
He pulls up extra-money
Time is money
I walk in a club with a gun
Momma said she wanna a room
I trust no bitch
[?] Your money is coming in
Nigga I'm rolling all of you

Every second goes biting on his cage
They say time is money so I'm still sweat

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money