"Work"


[Chorus:]
Work [x30]
Work On Deck

Soulja got muscle, ya girl friend I fucked her
Straight out that trap
Bitch that Westside struggle
Gucci bandana blue rag in the duffel
7-4 til the world blow folk hustler
Nigga got to get me bitch I all about that guap
3 years in the game in this shit ain't gone stop
Call up Miami mike, posted up on plattn lane
Palm tree block, bricks, kush, and them chicken wings
Drop top 2010, black Mercado, raised in Atlanta but born in Chicago
Back in Mississippi man I had the hood lock, with a backpack full of money
And a half in my socks, you a stupid ass nigga if you think you shitting like me
Got a lot niggas hating cause they can't get like me
Man I'm soulja boy tellem, I'm a tell you how it goes,
Put that pistol on my hip for these rached ass hoes
I'm a real ass nigga I ant never been fake
Bitch I bought that black hummer, sat that bitch on 28s
Mississippi trap boy, chi-town hometown
ATL Westside, zone 1 on now, bitch I'm a g
My first name soulja, disrespect me in my niggas gone fold ya
Took a couple small rats, threw them diamonds in my teeth
I'm equip with army guns so I'm ready for that beef

[Chorus]

"WTF"



You know man
Nigga brought the internet to the rap game
Introduced everybody to this social media shit man
I feel like a young king with all this money

Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
100k nigga buy the large amount
What you talkin bout?
Walk up in the bank and I air it out
Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
Walk inside the mall and I clear it out
Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
Make a big transition by the large amount uh

Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
100k make a nigga walk it out
Quarter million by the large amount
Ridin in the Bentley with some money I cannot count
Rolex on my wrist you bitch
Flexin so hard I'm rich you bitch
You lookin on my neck and shit
I deserve my respect you bitch
Flexin so hard, pull up to the block go hard
And I'm livin so large, house like Debarge
Soulja Boy flex, 100k sittin on my neck
I'm ridin on a jet, that's why these niggas love to flex and finesse

Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
I been getting cash, I bring it out
Demand you bring the bands out
When I do the concert so it stands out
And niggas got they hands out
Like this a motherfuckin handout
Put yo motherfuckin hand down
Soulja Boy tell them niggas man down

Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
I've been getting money by the large amount

I have a concert then I pack the house
Yea I go and sell it out
Everything I want
Walk inside my house and I look at the vault
Everything I own
You niggas still with me, everything I own
100k on my phone, everything I'm right and you do this wrong
These niggas playin, gotta get money like every day
Steady be whippin the judge when I get it
We flippin this money, we flippin cake
What's that? The fuck you mean?
Fuck you talkin bout? I'm on the scene
In a Lambo, it was painted green
Had the SOD team ready with me

Pardon me, we getting out the studio
Hundred million hits in the studio
Got yo bitch and she lookin at my chain dog
Got that bitch, different colors like a rainbow
And my nigga old school like a kango
I shoot a pussy nigga in the anckle
What the fuck you think you think I really came for
Came for all the money and the change too
You know I'm Soulja Boy, I ride in that Range too
I could blow up the motherfuckin branch too
I be pulled up, sittin in the old school
I'm a nigga and I'm rippin up the pro tools
Got my niggas and they ready for it, war tho
And we pull up to the block and you know oh
And niggas don't know what you talkin bout
100k, getting money by the big ass amount

Fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
I've been getting money by the large amount

I've been getting money with the big ass house
Walk up in the club and they know it now
I'm ridin in a car that I can't pronounce
Everybody know that it's going down
When I'm Cali bitches going up
All of my niggas, yea we turning up
Got money on deck cause we growing up
And we learning shit so we blowing stuff
Endorsements comin, money comin
I could buy the company, I could get what I want
Walk into the club and they know what I own
Walk into the club and they playin my song
Yea they playin my song
Cause a little nigga yea in the zone
And I go so hard, kush yea that's my cologne

The fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you bitches talkin bout?
We could show you what it really is bout
Bring yo money out, show us what it's really about
100k up in the house, 200k sittin up in New York
I already know it though
SOD fuckin up the studio

The fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talk bout?
What the fuck you niggas talk bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
I've been getting money by the large amount

The fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
I've been getting money by the large amount

What the fuck you niggas talkin bout?
Rolex hublot by the big amount
Gotta love a Vuiton with a big ass house
Young Soulja Boy tell em and I go so hard
And I'm throwin this out, gold in my mouth
Ridin in a new whip that I can't pronounce
Got a 2 M6 and a one V8
Got a V12 and it's sittin by the lake
Got a big ass house what I call estate
I swear, all you niggas is late
I swear all my niggas is early
Got a bad bitch on me and she act so girly
SOD gang I'm swirlin
Whirlwind, 360, come on swerving
Hurricane like hurricane
All gold everything like show me that drink ah

"Wuzhannanan"


How Come You Wont Tell Me Whats Hannenin'? (Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannein'? (Whats) Whats Hannenin? (Whats) Whats Hannenin? (Whats) Whats Hannenin (Whats)

Whats Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin

[Verse 1:]
Man Tell Me Whats Really Goin' On. Soulja Boy Up In This This Thang, I'm Ready, Whats Hannenin?
And Im Ready With The Dough, I Gotta Have A Mill Stashed In The Studio, Whats Hannenin?

I'm Down, N***A I'm Down, Soulja Boy 2006, Its My Time To Clown.
And I'm Ready, Any Place, Soulja Boy Up In This Thang Wit My Dj, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [x4]

[Verse 2:]
N***A Im Down, Down Wit The Thugs. Soulja Boy Up In This Thang, 6 Inches Past Dubs.
I'm Down Wit The Crew, Lookin So Clean Everytime I Ride Through, Whats Hannenin?

2006, 2006, My Time To Shine, Hit The Block Sittin On 26's.
2006, 2006, My Time To Shine, Hit The Block, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x32]

[Verse 3:]
My Turn, My Turn To Shine. This Year I Swear To God I'm Gonna Put Down.
I'm Gonna Do It Big, Hit The High School Sittin On 26's, Whats Hannenin?

Do It Big, I Wanna Do It Big, Do It Big, Whats Hannenin?
Do It Big, I Wanna Do It Big, Do It Big, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [Until End]

"Wyd"



Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?

I’m working, I’m working
I’m moving, I’m jogging
Hint twelve players
Might cling into it
I’m high stock
Yeah, yeah I’m high stock
It’s Nero
I’m so froze
Like that nigger Sub-Zero
Loud pack
OG
Cush at optimum
Twenty twelve, Bentley
Ain’t going to stop at them
Riding round and I’m swerving
Everything’s moving
Soulja’s more curse him
They want to know what I’m doing
BZ when you dropping?
BZ what you doing?
Every day splashing
I’m feeling so splashy
Money Gang
Fifty thirteen
What’s happening?

Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?

My bitch got a fat ass
Bring her to the crib
Let her see that you wrote that
Get her more cash
Every day I hustle
See me in the truck
And I flex the muscle
Moving bars
Putting bars
This the UFO
Trim at the water
Niggers like they go
Fifty
Young Dre bitch
I know you know what’s up
Sushi
And I’m riding round
In that armored truck
Fall abide they are not identified
See you saw
I know
And that is certified
Everything’s applied
And my eye red
And I’m anything
Man my tier slipped

Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Ok
Ok
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing

"Xtra"


[Intro]
Soulja...

[Chorus:]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Soulja Boy is rich, sayin fuck an allowance
Ballin, shot callin, bitches callin
Models, poppin bottles, full throttle
Extra extra read all about
Soulja Boy is rich, screamin fuck an allowance
Ballin... Dre, Dre, swag
Swag, Dre, Dre..

Nobody can't tell me that my block wasn't movin
Westside getttin money like I'm always doin
And my flow classic like past tense or ruins
Marble Capcom flo', call me Soulja Akuma
And my third eye open for them boys in blue
You stuck on hatin with the negative glue
Disrespect me, then you know the rumors is sparkin
Drop top in my Jag, I let my swag do the talkin

[Chorus]

Sippin on coconut, smokin on bubble kush
Zone after zone I got my young nigga rollin up
Drink 'til I'm throwin up, yo' hood please throw it up
Twenty-eight inches on my Hummer when I'm rollin up
It ain't no stoppin us, nigga quit copyin us
Is it cause I'm black, why the police tryin to lock me up?
It ain't no stoppin us, nigga quit copyin us
Is it cause I'm black, why the police tryin to lock me up?

[Chorus - 2X]

"Y.G.R.N. (Young Goon Rich Nigga)"
(feat. Lil B)



[HOOK: Soulja Boy]
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (BOOM, BOOM)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks, Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks, Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (BOOM, BOOM)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks), (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks)
Young Goon Rich Nigga (BOOM, BOOM)
Young Goon Rich Nigga
Young Goon Rich Nigga (Stacks [X5])
Young Goon Rich Nigga (POW!)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I’m tatted up (Tatted up)
From head to toe (Head to toe)
Errbody know...Soulja on Dole (BOOM, BOOM)
I roll more (Roll more)
I get it in (Get it in)
2010 (2010)
I’m going in (Going in)
I won’t stop (SWAG)
I got it locked (DRE)
Drop top flexing with my rims on top (Ya Dig)
Simpset records with my gang gone fall (Simpset)
Now we on fire, Man I swear we all hot (Going in)
[?] I’m a CEO Veteran
Soulja Boy Lieutenant
All you niggas go salute it (SALUTE)
10-4 Army
All the girls on me
Shouts to Fixx
Move your camera shawty
Soulja Boy Tell’ Em
Hit em with tha Glock 40 (BREEEEP!)
P-9 40
S-K OH (BREEEEP!)
Tell em, I want the fuckin fame and the story (YEEEAAAA)
I’m in the air
Come on me (YEEEAAAA)
(YEEEAA)

[HOOK]

[Lil B comes in at the finishing of the hook waiting for that beat to drop]
(Uh, swag, YEESS, uh, uh, yo, yea, swag)

[Verse 2: Lil B]
Young Goon Rich Nigga (SWAG, SWAG)
8 in this pocket um (WOO, SWAG)
8 in the safe mayne (SWAG, SWAG)
10 in the pocket (SWAG, UH)
Rich ass hell (SWAG, UH)
Yeah life swell (SWAG, UH)
Bags off tail (UH, SWAG)
Bags from Chanel (SWAG, UH)
Bitches in Chanel (SWAG, DAMN)
Bitch, look at her nails (SWAG, RICH)
Bitch, look at my watch (SWAG, DAMN)
Bitch, look at my face (UH, SWAG)
Damn I’m looking great (UH, [COUGHS] SWAG)
Damn I’m feeling great (UH, WOO)
Rich Young Nigga, Rich Young Goon (WOO, WOO, WOO, SWAG)

Bitch, meet me at the spot (UH)
11:30 (30)
I got Drank (Drank)
Money..Ya heard me (SWAG)

(YESS)

You playin’, what it do (Got it)
We doin what it do (Got it)
My nigga, me and my Crew (You already know we rich in this bitch, BITCH!)

We Strapped up, Mag’ed up (Uh, ya, ya, ya)
Niggas hatin, Give a fuck what they feelin’ (Uh you can’t fuck with me)
30 on my dick because I look like Bob Saget (We getting it, bitch)
100 bitches on me nigga (100,000 bruh, you know what it is nigga)
(Ya feel me)

[HOOK]

"Yahhh!"
(feat. Arab)



Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somthin new for y'all
When a motherfucka be in your face
Just on your nerves, talkin shit
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "yahhh, bitch, yahhh!"

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(Bitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!)
Ain't got time for chitchat
I'm tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You shit-breath dummy

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Dawg, get out my face, Im startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and a nigga can't sleep
Leave me alone ho, before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new 30/30 boyz cd coming out?)
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yah, Ya, Yahh, Ya, Bitch

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get on this cd?
Man, come on, man, I got some bumpin stuff back at the-
Hey, Hey, Hey Araaab! Yeah You know I know that stuff "Watch My, Put It in da Chain"
Hey Soulja Boy, man, both of yall just listen, man, hey, man don't turn around
Hey, man, listen! Hey, look, I just got to tell you somethin
'Cause look, man, I know a nigga in Chica-
(Yahhh Bitch, Ya Yahh, Ya Yah Yah, Ya Yah)
Laughing
Yah Yahhhh, Bitch
Shut the fuck up, Bitch!
Yahhhh, goddamn, don't you get it?
Yah,Ah,
Ah Yahhh
Bitch, Ya Yahhh Bitch!

"Yamaha Mama"
(feat. Sean Kingston)



[Soulja Boy:]
Aye yo what's up what's up it's your boy soulja boy tellem'
When you get this message pack your bags cause were going on a trip

It's soulja boy tellem' I'm back
Girl I know you like it like that
From the east to the west she likes the tatoos on my chest
Wipe me down I'm flowing
Girl keep going and going
She knowing I'm on, sending text message to my phone
6789998212 hit me up I'm south girl and let me know what's up with you
Your my number one lady number one girl you know your boy can rock your world my yamaha girl a rider shawty know she got that fire
S.O.D. money gang got that game, sure, I'm a let my boy sean gon' sing you the hook

[Sean Kingston:]
From the east to the west scream for me if your my number 1 lady
Take a lead from the rest you can go fast speed it up for me baby
I'm a g, what's next? 1 night with me would drive you crazy (crazy)
One night with me would drive you crazy
I'm already started so get ready take your marks and get steady
You know it's about to get heavy cause' shes a rider (rider rider a rider)
My yamaha mama, my yamaha mama, my yamaha mama, my yamaha mama aye aye aye

[Soulja Boy:]
Baby you my lady come get on top of me louie bandanna gucci sunnies yeah we on a shopping spree,
yeah I like to drop the top, yeah I like to see you smile,
yeah I like to talk to you on the phone for a long time, baby you been on my mind,
shawty you so fine, yeah yeah yous a dime,
I think about you all the time and I ain't even lying shawty
I'm just tryin to tell you how I feel through this round AYE

[Sean Kingston:]
From the east to the west scream for me if your my number 1 lady
Take a lead from the rest you can go fast speed it up for me baby
I'm a g, what's next? 1 night with me would drive you crazy (crazy)
One night with me would drive you crazy
I'm already started so get ready take your marks and get steady
You know it's about to get heavy cause' shes a rider (rider rider a rider)
My yamaha mama, my yamaha mama, my yamaha mama, my yamaha mama aye aye aye

All the girls cross the world put the key in the ignition and just ride,
come and get in this G4 we can fly real slow, through the sky (through the sky aye) [x2]

From the east to the west scream for me if your my number 1 lady
Take a lead from the rest you can go fast speed it up for me baby
I'm a g, what's next? 1 night with me would drive you crazy (crazy)
One night with me would drive you crazy
I'm already started so get ready take your marks and get steady
You know it's about to get heavy cause' shes a rider (rider a rider)
My yamaha mama, my yamaha mama, my yamaha mama, my yamaha mama aye aye aye

[Lil Wayne:]
Zoom on a yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred
[Sean Kingston:]
My yamaha mama
[Lil Wayne:]
Zoom on a yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred
[Sean Kingston:]
My yamaha mama
[Lil Wayne:]
Zoom on a yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred
[Sean Kingston:]
My yamaha mama
[Lil Wayne:]
Zoom on a yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred
[Sean Kingston:]
My yamaha mama

"Yea Yea"


[Intro:]
Aye
These bitch ass niggas callin my phone
Nigga I'm getting money nigga
Yea, that's right
Rich Gang, money & swag
That's right, that's right
That's right
That's right, that's right
Uh uh uh uh
Soulja Soulja Soulja

[Verse 1:]
Pussy ass nigga, want beef with SB?
Pull up to yo block, 30 clips – RIP (Drip)
Rich Gang Soulja Boy, dance, I be high
Middle finger to the sky, I could never tell a lie
Oh God, wake up in the morning and I'm high from the last day
Ridin through my hood, kush blunts in the ashtray
Soulja Boy tell em boy
Getting paged all the time
I get paid just to rhyme,
I got money on my mind
When I close my eyes all I see is $ signs
I'm a rich ass nigga but I'm gon get mine
If a nigga diss me then I'm gon diss him back
If a nigga shoot at me I'm a kill that bitch
I be flexin so hard I'm a kill this shit
Soulja got the juice, you can't feel this shit
Real ass nigga got Gucci on my face
I would never give a fuck cause I stay catch a case
Ridin through the hood, I feel like I'm on probation
SBZ, I should go play for the Lakers
Word around town, Soulja Boy don't drink no chasers
Bitch I drink it straight, all about my cake
Nigga real as hell cause these other niggas fake (let's go)
Disrespect Dre – I'll put yo body in the lake
Ridin through the hood and I'm sittin on 28's (Soulja)
Cake cake cake, I want that cake cake cake (yea yea)

[Hook:]
Word around town Soulja Boy keep a 30
Flexin through the hood, ridin on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (hah)
Soulja Boy tell em, nigga keep a 30
I be ridin through the hood on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (hah)

[Verse 2:]
Boy I swear to God I got a AK-47 (drip)
Shoot you in yo face, send yo fuckin soul to heaven (drip)
Flexin through the hood, whip out 30 mack11's
Call my pyrule niggas, on bloods we gon get em
Flexin through my hood and you know I got the recipe
Soulja Boy tell em, bitch my earrings cost a quarter key
SBZ, I'm in the kicthen, I ain't cookin bricks
Water whip the Bentley and my shit sittin on 26
Ice kill, codeine, lean, I'm flexin, you see me nigga
Break the bake with 50K, Soulja Boy I make a movie
Goddamn, why you pull up with mo clips in that uzzi
Nigga try to sue me cause I'm flexin nigga gloomy
I just get so much money, nigga think they talk to Dre
I be flexin so many niggas, every day I get cake
I got a million dollars nigga, I'll put it in yo face
Swear to God on my soul, I know these pussy niggas fake (let's go)

[Hook:]
Word around town Soulja Boy keep a 30
Ridin through the hood, on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (yea)
Soulja Boy tell em, nigga keep a 30
Ridin through the hood on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll nigga don't want no beef

[Outro:]
Soulja

"You Already Know"
(feat. Sean Kingston, Rich The Kid)



Soulja, Sean, waddup, mane
Y'all already know, real niggas in the buildin'
Young niggas gettin' to the money, man
Time is money, man, stacks on deck
Rich Gang

First we got em stiffs
Got it off the mud, yeah, we started in the field, what
We do this shit fo' real
Don't fuck around, you know the deal
Yeah, you already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know

Foreign wheels when we ride out
Bad bitch in my hideout
My hat low, my shades on
Soulja countin' this money
I'm a real nigga, that's my theme song (skeet)
She got a nigga on the ring tone (dang)
We got high and fucked all night
Lean all up in my Sprite
She fuck with me cause I'm a real nigga
Polo with no heel figures
I get money, my bill's bigger
Cash, she gimme head over heels, nigga
Got money all in my stills, nigga

First we got em stiffs
Got it off the mud, yeah, we started in the field, what
We do this shit fo' real
Don't fuck around, you know the deal
Yeah, you already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know

Ye already know I'm a young rich nigga
Diamonds get dressed, and the wrist it get changed
They knowin' the name
I'd rather be rich, fuck the fame
Had jugg right here (cookin' fish foreign)
God, I made it in the kitchen
But now I done seen me on TV
I pull up the outtie while'st Benjamin get me
Heat ova keys and it's Soulja
I'm whippin' the yella, the third I might retain the motor
My momma, she smellin' the odor, I'm trappin' the trojan
I'm movin' the coke and the cola
And the bitch got crib out in Beverly Hills
It's good to be rich for a lil seal
Gimme the cash and my name 400
All came from the bottom, got money

First we got em stiffs
Got it off the mud, yeah, we started in the field, what
We do this shit fo' real
Don't fuck around, you know the deal
Yeah, you already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know

"Young Flexin"



Young and flexin
Young and flexin
Aye man, ya'll know what's up with me man
This that nigga Soulja man
I'm the hottest nigga, man
I'm a gangsta man

Hey, free my nigga in that cell
Yeah that's my nigga Zill
Man they could that boy the twill
When he touch down I'm a make his bail
Man I'm back up in the streets she again
I see young nigga jiggin with a fucking pen
Hey, I took a whole thing and I went in
They call me Soulja Boy these niggas looking like my twins
I go hard and I'm freggin pain,
My money long so I'm bound with my haters can
Nigga mad 'cause I'm cashin out outside the bank
I cashed out a million lay that shit up in the same,
The water fosset running, and it ain't numbling
They looking round for me, they know this Soulja Boy that came
These niggas dope though they looking sort in life some things
But I'll be pulling up with brand new fuckin jeans
Hundred thousand in my pocket how I fit in that,
50 in the little, 50 in the frontin back
I go so hard many niggas like some runnin backs,
I'm like a quarter back a bullet make you cash it man

Young & flexin, I said I'm said young & I'm flexin
I put some girl on my necklace,
And we drop blocks like we Tetris
Yeah I'm young & I'm flexin,
No auto tune, I'm a goon with no necklace
Hey, I said I'm young & I'm flexin
My goons out here, these niggas could get reckless

Wow I'm in the studio, I'm going out,
I'm on that loud man I'm going out,
Man I swear that it is going down
Pulled the chopper in that bitch got a hundred round
Oh, that pill got me biting down,
Wow, man we're shooting ain't no fighting now
I'm runnin at you like a tier now
Let's go, I swear to God it's like lightning now
Fow fow fow fow and that man down
Talking all that slick shit playing round
You're fucking with the Soulja, I'm a box his ass
Put his pussy ass in s body bag,

I said I'm young & I'm flexin
Put some fucking gold in my necklace
Then we drop blocks like tetras
And my goons on alert, they get reckless

Hey free my nigga in that cell,
Yeah that's my nigga Zill
Man I got a boy that twill
I know he feel like he inside hell
I know it, but when he touch down I make his bail
It's Soulja hard man I'm going in
These nigga getting money I can't really tell
I pour Lord, AOG in the junk man
It's hesitation, niggas playing niggas stunt man
It's not a game got the park man
I'm going hard in the travel going hard in the streets I'm going hard and the paint man

Gone, I said I'm young & I'm flexin
I'm young & I'm flexin
I said I'm young & I'm flexin
How this gold shit hanging on my neckline
Young & I'm flexin and we drop blocks like tetris
I said I'm young & I'm flexin
My goon on alert, man on nigga they get reckless
Leave a nigga breathless
I said I'm running that white Benz
Niggas playing and they fools and they no friends
Man you know how it goes in the low end.

"Zan Lean"
(Zan With That Lean; feat. Kwony Cash, J Money)



[Chorus:]
I'm in that Zan with that Lean
Smoke nuthin but Irene
Them hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene
Racks on the way busting out them jeans
I keep the hammer on me, I ain't worried bout a thing
I got All these bandz on me, all this ice on me, all these hoes on me
Everything on me
Zan with that Lean
Nuthin but Irene
Hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene

Gotta go to the mall {Juice}
I gotta pull a band {Juice}
Fall off in the club, and I'm leaning like Kick Stand
All the ice on me {Juice}
All the bandz on me {Juice}
All the racks on me, it's a master Piece
Got the hoes scream my name
Player life it's shame, in the turning lane
In that drop top 5 flame
Bentley on them 4's got me shittin on they ass
When I step inside the club with them mutha fuckin zans
SB my name, man you know that game
SOD all day put that shit straight to your face.
Boy beat this case, now we got them racks
Now you got them hoes, now you got them tats

[Chorus]

Kush is on me {Juice}
With J-Money {Juice}
Riding down I-20 looking for some freaks (looking for some freaks)
Yellow diamonds shawty 100k a piece
Hop inside the VIP and all the girls on me
Zan with that Lean, SouljaBoy be clean
True religion jeans

Shit you never seen, fresh up on that scene
With that high right low left
Man the boy got wealth, girls can't help they self
Girls going wild, lifting up they shirts
Pull up in that lambo, that bitch go skirttt skirttt
Every where I go you know I'm putting in that work
SOD my turf.
Hit 'em where it hurt

[Chorus]

Zan with that Lean
Smoke Nuthin but Irene [x2]
Bandz on me [x2]
All this ice on me, I ain't worried bout a thing

"Zan With That Lean"


[Chorus]
I'm in that Zan with that Lean
Smoke nuthin but Irene
Them hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene
Racks on the way busting out them jeans
I keep the head of my army, I ain't worried bout a thing
I got all these bandz on me, all this ice on me, all these hoes on me
Everything on me
Zan with that Lean
Nuthin but Irene
Hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene

Gotta go to the mall (Juice)
I gotta pull a band (Juice)
Fall off in the club, and I'm leaning like Kick Stand
All the ice on me (Juice)
All the bandz on me (Juice)
All the racks on me, it's a master Piece
Got the hoes scream my name
Player life it's shame, in the turning lane
In that drop top 5 flame
Bentley on them 4's got me shittin on they ass
When I step inside the club wit them mutha fuckin zans
Skinek my name, man you know that game
SOD all day put that shit straight to your face.
Boy beat this case, now we got them racks
Now you got them hoes, now you got them tats

[Chorus]

Kush is on me (Juice)
Wit J-Money (Juice)
Running down I-20's looking for some freaks (looking for some freaks)
Yellow diamonds shawty 100k a piece
Hop inside the VIP and all the girls on me
Zan with that Lean, SouljaBoy be clean
true religion jeans

Shit you never seen, fresh up on that scene
Wit that high right low left
Man the boy got wealth, girls cant help they self
Girls going wild, lifting up they shirts
Pull up in that lambo, that bitch go skirttt skirttt
Every where I go you know I'm putting in that work
SOD my turf.
Hit 'em where it hurt

[Chorus]

Zan with that Lean
Smoke Nuthin but Irene [x2]
Bandz on me [x2]
All this ice on me, I ain't worried bout a thing

"Zan With That Lean Part 3"



Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Tres tres
Tres tres
Tres tres

Zan with that lean, nothing but Irene
Ho goin crazy when I'm on the scene
Rest still away, bustin' out new jeans
Ho goin' crazy when I'm on the scene
All these bands on me, all the cash on me
All these bands on me, ain't worried 'bout a thing
Zan with that lean, nothing but Irene
Ho goin crazy when I'm on the scene
Ho goin crazy when I'm on the scene

Zan with that lean, nothing but good green
Posted on my team
Stack on deck, we in the VIP
Gold bottles and everything on
That's we turned up
Everybody know what the fuck
We pullin' up no ho like what the fuck?
Cashed up, everybody showin' love
Make it rain, 100 sun a dust
In the club we rollin' like a fan
Lil mama say that she a fan
In the club I'm ballin' up a bat
Kushed up, out that loud pack

Zan with that lean
Ho goin crazy when I'm on the scene
Rest still away, bustin' out new jeans
I keep the hammer on me, ain't worried 'bout a thing
All these bands on me, all the grams on me
All this cash on me, ain't worried 'bout a thing
Zan with that lean, nothing but Irene
Ho goin crazy when I'm on the scene

Ho hand my iPhone, don't like what it be
I gotta play 4 by 4
I'm a get out by 3
I done pulled all my black things that tinted all behind me
Got my young nigga behind me
And his young nigga behind him
And we pull up to the club
We hittin' jewels, it ain't nothin'
I done pull up on stuntin'
Polos fresh, pressin' buttons
Had a hot dot on that iPhone
I'm talkin' to my bloof
He didn't said what it be
SOD to go with the club
Paper chasin' yea we stylin'
And money keep on pilin'
I'm chilin' on that island
They know that we coolin'
That moneymaker movement
The juice to the movement
We all in the streets, every day we make a movie
Pull up, unloadin'
My pockets exploded
I made it, we know it
We made it, we on it
SOD, we on this
You want it, we got it
We want it, we buy it
Tell them fuck boys don't try it
My niggas start a riot
They can't even go baw
I'm ridin' 'round all loaded
That drop top, I slowed it
The Zan got me slowin'
That lean got me slowin'
I'm all in the Matrix
I pot the red, I pot the blue
I'm all in the Matrix
Came out the water, I'm splashin'
Lookin' like some magic
All the goddamn money man is coming just like magic
All the goddamn money and my whole team be savage
This Juice deuce, this Juice Dos
Take a bottle man, take a toast
Bring a bottle man, bring some more
Take a bitch, tell the article
I came in, came out full
Lil Dre, oh my God
Oh my God we goin' ham
Pull up, my door slam
I drop the top, I drop the top
I drop the top, I drop the top
Stacks on deck we on top
Hip-hop, hip-hop
Call my partner up, tell him bring a whole case through
I need something, go to chank a soldier
Tell him got the juice
Word in rap town, splashed up immaculate
Swag with my campaign, nah we not havin' that
Any club roll up the pack
Any club roll up the pack
Any club roll up the lot
Any club roll up the lot
Roll up the keish, roll up the Keisha
Rollin' up the keish, rollin' up the keish

Zan with that lean, nothing but Irene
Ho goin crazy when I'm on the scene
I got a big chopper on me
Got a couple freeze with me
And they wanna hit the hotel
Sweet and cool with me
It's cool with me cause I ain't worried about a thing
Nothing but that A

Juice II
Juice II in it
Big choppa I'm in
Big choppa I'm in

Walk around with money in my pocket
Stumblin' out the club with money in my pocket
A lot of money in my pocket
A lot of money in my pocket
Stumblin' out the club, I was walkin' out the club
Walkin' out the club