"Come Try It"


Hey, they crowning me
They crowning me
Come try it, baby come try it
Come try it, baby come try it
Come try it, baby come try it
Come try it, baby come try it

Come try it, my diamonds are riot
We slippin' and slide
We ball till we fall
We got so many racks to roll
We got so many racks to roll
My shirt by Louis Vuitton
She think I'm the one
Just a young nigga that went through the city
Whippin' and flippin' them chickens
I ride in the Bentley
My niggas, they all from the country
V-V-S diamonds and pussy cause
I'm shinin', I'm stuntin'
Yayo, yayo, all I know is yayo
Whippin' them chickens
Whippin' them chickens, no crisco
We seeing money it's simple, rolex presidential

You know I'm official, she know I'm official
You know I'm official, she know I'm official
Baby come try it, baby come try it
Baby come try it, baby come try it
Baby come try it, baby come try it
Come try it, my diamonds a riot
We slippin' and slide
Come try it, my diamonds are [?]
We slippin' and slide

"Comin Thru"



Soulja Boy tell 'em
Soulja Boy tell 'em
Alright

See I be comin' through with my niggas with me
We be comin' through with some bitches with me
I'm comin' through, I'm comin' through
I'm comin' through, I'm comin' through
My niggas with me, we ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ain't trippin' off these niggas, we stuntin' these bitches

Say I'm comin' through trippin', comin' through trippin'
Say I'm comin' through trippin', comin' through trippin'
Ain't worried 'bout nothing, we ain't trippin' off these bitches
We ain't stuntin' off them hoes, we just countin' up the millions
Alright alright alright alright

Say I'm comin' through tippin', comin' through trippin'
Got some niggas with me and we ain't even trippin'
All some jewels to shit, got 4 bricks of lean
Got 5 brick that actors, we done busted out the rapper
If she'll rap her favorite trapper
Is it trap your favorite rapper
I could never be a actor so everything is real
I be riding with the steel
Gold on deck, gold bricks
I'll be riding around posted, got a fuckin' private jet
I'm comin' through trippin', got some niggas with me
We ain't trippin' off nothin', everything straightly
Alright alright alright

Say I'm comin' through, got my niggas with me
We ain't trippin' off nothin', we ain't stuntin' any bitches

Alright, tell that mama bust it open
Tell her Shawty bust it open
If she bad bust it open

Alright, say I'm comin' through trippin'
I'm comin' through trippin', yea I'm comin' through trippin'
Alright, I'm comin' through trippin
Yea I'm comin' through trippin', I'm comin' through trippin'
I'm comin' through sippin', true religion pimpin'
Got a couple bad bitches
Yea, I'm comin' with my niggas
I'm comin' through with my niggas
I'm comin' through with my niggas
See me trippin' all night and comin' through trippin'
Got 5 breaths of activist so you know we sippin'
5 bricked as a activist, 5 bricks loaded
5 bricks of fuckin' lean, know it ain't you told it
Ain't trippin' on nuttin'
Worry 'bout shit
Coming through this motherfucker with a bad bitch alright

"Count It"


[Verse 1:]
They say Soulja back, Soulja back
Damn, catch me in the kitchen with my backpack
Backpack, yea man yea I got my backpack
50 fuckin stacks in my backpack
I'm ridin through the city, rollin through the city
Got a bad bitch and she rollin with me
They say Soulja Boy, he goin HAM
They say Soulja Boy, he got cash
Pull up, hop out, what's happening
Blowin cash, blowin money, fast man
Leanin on that dog Sprite, the purple drink
On a kick stand, Soulja Boy done bought a ink
Pull up in a Range Rover and it's pink
I'm on my dip, set camera swags these
I pull up with this hunnid K in my damn jeans
I go so hard, SODMG

[Hook: x2]
Count it, count it
Count that money, count it
Count it, count it
Count that money, count it
Count it, count it
Count that money, count it
Countin all that money, countin
Countin all that money, countin

[Verse 2:]
Pull up to the mall, they know what time it is
Soulja Boy look to go shoppin
Pull up to the Gucci store, what's poppin?
I need that righ there, I need everything over here
I'm swaggin, Cuban link cost 80 bands
Goddamn Soulja Boy with 3 bands
Goddamn Soulja Boy on kick stand
PTE on my right hand, goddamn I go in
Versace all on my belt buckle
Pharaoh on my link notebook (King Tut)
That Rolex on my wrist
They know Soulja Boy the shit
Count it, count it, Countin all that money
I be ridin in my Bentley, they thought it was a Bugatti
Goddamn Soulja Boy is getting money
He must be in the motherfuckin Iluminati

[Hook: x2]
Count it, count it
Count that money, count it
Count it, count it
Count that money, count it
Count it, count it
Count that money, count it
Countin all that money, countin
Countin all that money, countin

[Outro:]
Foreign
Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy
Count that money
100K, 300K
1.5 million, 2.7 millions
SOD goddamn

"Count Money"


Yo, young millionaire, young nigga shit man we taking over man, from the A to motherfucking LA, chiraq to the civic, SOD on T man, Soulja

[Hook x2:]
All I want to do is count money
All I want to do is count money
All I want to do is count money
All these rap niggas fake so stay away from me

All I want to do is count racks
Riding through my hood with them straps
I'm a real nigga so I trap
In my hood and I'm shooting crap
80 thousands of a dice game
Robbing banks like a heist game
You ain't fucking with my ice game
100 thousand kilo ice game
All I want to do is count money
All these fuck niggas they be looking funny
Down in missipi in the country
Smoking on kush and counting money

[Hook]

Cooking hard I done made a hundred drugs
I be trapping hard for my momma trapped in
I be in the trap doing overness
Treat it like the NFL I don't fumble hey
You homie he done tell you he ain't your homie
Snitch nigga stay away from me
I be stunting hard with my homies
I don't fuck with fake niggas cause they are phony
I be going hard doing numbers
All my young niggas yeah they stunting
Bitch we trap hard for that shit
Niggas talking but they can't finesse
Next day I done hit a plate
In zone one with 30 things
I be smoking kush you wear cheap bandana
Riding through east Atlanta

[Hook]

Money dance

"Crank Dat Dance"


[Chorus: x2]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch me Crank It
Watch me Roll
Watch me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now, Watch me You....
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now, Watch me You....
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now, Watch me You....
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now, Watch me You....
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

[Verse 1:]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch me Lean And Watch Me Rock?
Super Man Dat Hoe
Then Watch me Crank Dat Robocop?
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
Jocking On Them Haterz Man
When I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance
(Now You)
I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
I'm Bouncin On My Toe
Why Me Super Soak Dat Hoe
I'ma Pass It To Arab
Then He Gon Pass It To The Low (Low)
Haterz Wanna Be Me
Soulja Boy, I'm The Man
They Be Lookin At My Neck
Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man)
Why me Do It (Watch Me Do It)
Dance (Dance)
Let Get To It (Let Get To It)
Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me
Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me
Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me
Man That Shit Was Ugly

[Chorus x4]

"Crank Dat Jump Rope"


[Talking:]
Ay Soulja Boy In Da Buildin
Ay I Want Ya'll To Dat Dat Poole Palace And Swing Both Of Ya'll Arms Around Real Quick
You Know Wut I Call Dat I Call Dat Da Jump Rope

[Chorus:]
Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Crank Dat Jump Rope
Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Crank Dat Jump Rope
Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Crank Dat Jump Rope
Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Crank Dat Jump Rope
Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Jump Rope, Crank Dat Crank Dat

Ayee Well Lets Get Dis Money Homie
I Got A Brand New Dance Im Bout To Do It On Em
Ayee If U Aint Knew Get Wit It
Like Shawty Lo Lets Get It
I Got A Stack Heen Got Me
I Bet My 5 He Cant Do It Nothin Like Me
30/30 Mean 60 On Deck
60 Handz Dat Keep In Check

[Chorus]

Aye, I'm pullin up my pants
Everybody Dey Can Do Dis Dance
U Can Lean Wit It Rock Wit It
If U Want U Can Even Hop Skotch Wit It
Aye Do Do Yo Shuffle
Aye Use Use Yo Muscle
Crank dat merry-go
Im Lookin For A Dyme Peice Where Da Telescope

[Chorus]

Lets Do It, Lets Get To It
Jump Rope Do Do Do It
Watch Me Do It Let Me Get Em

[Chorus]

[Talking:] Ay Ya'll Hit Up
Ay Ay Soulja Boy Tell Em
Im Out

"Crank Dat Soulja Boy"


(Yoooouuuu!)
Soulja boy I tell 'em
Hey I got a new dance fo you all called the soulja boy
(Yoooouuuu!)
You gotta punch then crank back three times from left to right
(Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaah!)

[Chorus: x2]
Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

[Verse 1:]
Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man that hoe
Then watch me crank that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me jock
Jocking on them haters man
When I do that soulja boy
I lean to the left and crank that thang
(now you)
I'm jocking on your bitch ass
And if we get the fighting
Then I'm cocking on your bitch ass
You catch me at your local party
Yes I crank it everyday
Haters getting mad cause
"I got me some bathing apes"

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
I'm bouncing on my toe
Watch me super soak that hoe
I'm gonna pass it to Arab
Then he's gonna pass it to don loc (loc)
Haters wanna be me
Soulja boy, I'm the man
They be looking at my neck
Saying it's the rubber band man (man)
Watch me do it (watch me do it)
Dance (dance)
Let get to it (let get to it)
Nope, you can't do it like me
Hoe, so don't do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man that shit was ugly

[Chorus x4]

[Hook:]
Aim to clean off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that Roosevelt
And super soak that Hoe [x10]

Aim to fresh up in this bitch
Watch me shuffle
Watch me jig
Watch me crank my shoulder work
Super man that bitch [x6]

[Chorus]

"Cuban Link"



Pull up in a whi, fresh, fresh to death
That nigga too easy
Boy I do it for, do it for my team
Young nigga, new jeans
New chain, new ring
What's that on your neck, Cuban link
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on your neck nigga, Cuban link
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link

Pull up to the club, got the new jeans
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban links
Red carpet in the buick, asking me questions
Got your girl in my room and she know she bustin
Sod rich gang and we took the team
On 2 ' with this Cuban link
She says she wants some zans, zans, zans
I said she got some bands, bands, bands
Do a ' for my fucking team
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link
Cuban link, still flex
Nigga disrespect, shoot the nigga in his neck
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link

Who I do it for, my team, turn up
What's that, a Cuban link
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link

Cuban link, 10 rings
I had to go and cope the matching Jesus piece
What you know bout me, rich gang
Sod my life, I cannot complain
And your bitch from the back, bowflex
8 piece audemar, and a rolex
I do this for the team,
What's that on my neck, it's a Cuban link
Zan with that lean and I'm on that beat
Turnt up man I'm moving on the fuckin sene
Pull up to the block and I pop a molly
Yellow diamond shawty and a Cuban party
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link
Cuban link, Cuban link
What's that on my neck nigga, Cuban link.

"Danger"



Pull up on your block, get to shootin at you bitch ass niggas
CB4 ass niggas man
Fuck em
Soulja
Boom!

Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Rob him for his pounds cause he a fuck nigga
Stacks on deck the set, PTE the game
Riding through my hood in that fuckin thang
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Rob him for his pounds cause he a fuck nigga
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer

My shooters stay in the face, catch a case, beat the case
Bust a brick down, grinding down the fucking hate
Bitch you know what's up, Dre ride candy paint
Nigga get up in my way, put that pistol to his face
Riding down the trap, busting down the whole thing
They know what's up, my niggas spin that fucking flame
We coming, SOD we coming, my fucking clique coming
Get the busting while you running
Soulja Boy I'm stunting, trapped up I'm something
West side my hood, it's on what we buking
Bitch I'm serving chicken, came out from nothing
Gold on my neck so you know I'm serving something
Niggas straight hustling, you niggas out here fake
Snitching to the jays, 9 to his face
You know I'm getting cake, why them niggas hate
Fuck what you heard cause them pussy niggas fake

Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Rob him for his pounds cause he a fuck nigga
Stacks on deck the set, PTE the game
Riding through my hood in that fuckin thang
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Rob him for his pounds cause he a fuck nigga
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer

Pull up in that foreign knock the roof off
Pull up on your block, get in a shootout
You niggas lame as fuck, what you do now? Boom
It really ain't shit, I got the juice now, that money nigga
I swear to God on Jesus Christ, I'm up now
Smoking on this kush it got me stuck now
A nigga play me wrong, he gonn get shot down
I post up on your block, it's getting hot now
The cops watch my move so I'm steady swerving
Buy a hunned K bitch I'm steady swerving
The police on my back so I'm steady swerving, boom
5 hunned K bitch I'm steady swerving
Coming down that block in that white thang
I made a hunned K selling white thang
Coming down that block in that white thang
I made 2 hundre thousand serving white thang

Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Rob him for his pounds cause he a fuck nigga
Stacks on deck the set, PTE the game
Riding through my hood in that fuckin thang
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer
Rob him for his pounds cause he a fuck nigga
Drug dealer, I'm a drug dealer.

"Dead Presidents"
(feat. Ebone)



[Hook: x2]
Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent
Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the president
Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence
I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

[Verse 1:]
Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent
Ridin through the hood and I feel just like them presidents
50000$ on Soulja Boy necklace
Hoppin out the foreign whip, I'm feelin like the president
Everything I smoke, it be loud packin no
All my niggas on the low and they comin from the go
And this Forgi on the floor, 50k from head to toe
I be dressed in Gucci shit, I be walkin barely keys
Beat it like I'm playin something, you can eat that red lobster
You ain't on this fuckin loud and that mushy calamari
And I'm whippin up this work, baking soda with this work
And I'm hoppin out the work, skru skru skurr then over
On that jet I finesse, let em flex, have the plug
Bring them up, all the drugs, all this luck, we're unplugged
Runnin round on the drum, we can shoot it out for fun
Young Souljas on one
Everybody know Soulja

[Hook: x2]
Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent
Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the president
Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence
I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

[Verse 2:]
I want them dead presidents, I want them dead presidents
Look up in my pocket man, ain't nothing but dead presidents
Just that fellow Versace when I spend the dead president
Makin rizy rocket got me feelin like the president
Brothers pay me every week, I feel like a reverend
I got work for cheap, nigga shout out to my Mexicans
Catch me with a bad bitch and I bet she arrogant
Her head game is talented, my whip game so excellent
I can't keep a plug cause a nigga keep finessin them
I'm smoking kush with Soulja in a million dollar residence
I ain't talkin Nike but Ebone he got a check on it
And if I'm in the hood then he probably got a tech on him

[Hook: x2]
I'm whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent
Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the president
Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence
I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

"Digital"


I'm fresh forever
Can I get a witness

Grind more business
I'm the type to rock yellow diamonds that match my car
You the type to live under a rock, patrick star
And I might win some people over with that flo rida

I'm ahead of this music game by light years
I'm the definition of swag bitch it's rite here
I'm gutta gutta just like YMsign?
I'm the sun in the summer, you can't outshine me
They not in my task records so I cannot mention it
Bitch look at my dashboard, I bet that bitch digital
They saying damn
So stuff get in they head
Pu-sy nigga I got the game locked just like a dread
He say he was harder?
I say he was flexin
I pull a VIP with 30 freaks and drop top lessons
Ain't a rapper and I will kill em
I'm 19 now
With 19 million
Back then it was all a dream
These days I'm feeling like martin luther king

[Chorus:]
Digital digital everything digital
Shorty check the dashboard in my lambo and it's digital
Digital digital everything digital
Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital

Digital digital everything digital
Digital digital everything digital
Shorty look at my dash and I bet that thing digital
Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital

Shit done need a rapper
I can bet a million
My chain change colors
I call it chameleon
Hurtin niggas feelings
I'm in they mouth like fillings
I'm in the air chillin
Right about a ceiling
I keep making hits
While you rappers stealing
I hustle 20 million
And I'm still dealing
Leather wood grippin
On a money mission
Got my paper flipping

Shoutout to my coalition
Niggas hatin on me
But I gives a fuck
Snakes in the grass
So I keep it cut
20 ace on the vehicle is grown up
Engine in my trunk
When I showed up

Cause I know they creepin
Money is my language
Now speak it or seek it
You fucking a white girl

Call her girlfriends over
We watching them eat it
At the top of my game
Til they come defeat me
I'm on my may-weather shit cause I'm undefeated
It's me or my money
There's nothing in between it
And nigga I'm the best bitch and I fucking mean it

[Chorus:]
Digital digital everything digital
Shorty check the dashboard in my lambo and it's digital
Digital digital everything digital
Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital

Digital digital everything digital
Digital digital everything digital
Shorty look at my dash and I bet that thing digital
Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital
On a money mission

"Dirty Diana"


Yeah, hey, hey!
Ice chain, ice ring, ice everything
Pull up in that four wheel, and you know I swing
Ice chain, ice ring, ice everything
Pull up on the block and you know that I swing!
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana

Ice chain, ice ring, ice everything
Pull up in that four-wheel, and you know I swing
Sipping, lean, smoking [?]
I'll be flying fast in my own lane!
Dirty Diana buy [?] pull it up in Atlanta
Yo, we're turned up and my [?]
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana, hey!
Hey, ice chain, ice ring, ice everything
Ain't no one around fucking with my team!
Smoke Kush, pop zen, mix it with the wine
And I'm fresh as fuck when
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana

Hey, ice chain, ice ring, ice everything
Ain't no one around fucking with my team!
Smoke Kush, pop zen, mix it with the lane
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Pulled up to the club in a new Porsche
Bad bitches all around me, that's of course!
Pulled up in a yacht on South Beach
I got gold, I got Versace in my mouthpiece
Bad ass bitch and she run shot gun
Dirty Diana, she the one!
Turned on, turned on, yeah, she love my song!
I'll be fresh as fuck rapping in my zone!
Team, SOD, man, we're putting on
Catch that on a foreign, on a brand new home!
SOD game I [?]
Disrespectless soldier, put you in a tone!
Ice chain, ice ring, ice everything
Ain't no one around fucking with my team!
Smoke Kush, pop zen, mix it with the wine
And I'm fresh as fuck when
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana
Dirty Diana, dirty Diana

"Do It Big"


Inertia [echoes]

[Intro:]
Soulja, 2010 turn me up
Soulja Boy TellEm
S.O.D. money gang mane
I do it B-I-G mane!

[Chorus:]
Man I do it big! From the cars to the clothes to the crib
Man I do it big! Fifty million, a hundred million's how I live
Man I do it big! ... Get it in
Man I do it B-I-G, big, B-I-G, big

All I do is stunt, eatin rappers up for lunch
I got a million albums sold, congratulations, well done
Soulja's heatin like a drum, and I made the club go dumb
It don't matter where you from, long as you stay stuntin
I press a button in my Coupe and watch the car transform
I turn the haters on you, blast my speakers 'til they learn
I spit flames on the mic fryin you bound to get burned
After I finish stuntin then you know it's Mini-Me turn
S.O.D., is the label, on 50 rich the fable
Tryin to stunt like me, but I know that you ain't able
From internets and cable, from my hood to Asia
I hit the stunt button now watch me count my paper
I can't, hear a hater, I can't, be one either
Rubbin ice on my ice cause my chain got a fever
Stunt like Evel Knievel, Beanie hat no Sigel
Good over evil, I pull off in a Regal

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

My style is so different, my flow is prolific
Girls on my tip cause I'm a pro at business
And I don't be limpin, I ain't never been shot
But I will shoot any rapper who, come try to take my spot
My buzz is so hot, I got the internet locked
Ask them wannabe goons who tried to run inside my spot
I hit the stunt button and all of that stopped
In my whip hittin donuts for them hungry ass cops
Is that all that you got? Man my chain is enormous
Shittin on the beat, like the beat is a toilet
I see they tried to ignore it, but they gotta face it
A million dollars cash bitch I spent that on my bracelet

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

3:15 man my trunk go bump [7X]

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

"Don't Get Mad"


[Chorus]

Don't get mad cause the kidz like me
Don't get mad cause the kidz like me
Don't get mad cause the kidz like me
Don't get mad cause the kidz like me
dont dont dont get mad cause the kidz like me [x4]

[Verse 1]

everybody know i got the kidz yellling dont- get- mad cause the kids like soulja boy tell em
and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time (all the time)
they can't understand they ways they wonder why they son and they daughter got the name on they shades (on they shades)
or why they only wear bathing APES or why they sit at they computer watching soulja boy all day if you dont get it it's a movement (a movement)
i aint saying that you stupid you just need improvement (improvement)
they say the records aint selling no more jus cuzz errbody on the internet on download now it's my turn to hit (my turn to hit it)
if you don't get it by the end of the song you won't get (you won't get it)
real talk i spit it (i spit it) i got the kidz on lock and it's jus the beginning, let's go!

[Chorus]

why you mad foe?
(why you mad foe) why you hating foe??
(why you hating foe)?
soulja boy tell em what the street been waiting foe now am sign and it's going down (down)
taking over radio tv everything man (man) i aint gon buy my time foe no body if you bug me for your show
am a crank up your whole party while you listenin to these songz eaze ya mind if you dont get
what am saying press rewind now right now am 16 (sixteen) but when you hear these songz am a be 17
and running things super-man i started that (i started that)
but the biggest mam flotery is jus a lotta cappri cats (a lotta capri cats)
its all good cuz am on deck (am on deck) its so major what i did with a mic in the internet (internet)
new rappers every day world wild no deals jus the fans and the fans they on my side

[Chorus]

am the kidz favorite rapper (yuh) do tha dance never (yuh)
if anyone else can do it i can do it better got the grown folks scratching they head they say wha'z goin on
what so special about soulja boy man whats going on this all i got to say in my rap (in my rap)
when it spread to the grown folks man its a raw if u hating better pop your breaks (pop your break)
dont get madd cuz the kidz fans and they watching my face (we luv u soulja boy) [3X]
soulja boy my favorite rapper, no his my fav. raper, NO MY FAVORITE RAPPER
(yahh)

[Chorus]

"Donk"


Wow!
Dis Yo Folk Soulja Boy Tellem!!
Im In Da Buildin,Everybody Get On Da Dance Floor,
Dis Girl Gotta Donk, She Finna Shake It All Night,
Wow!,Wow!,Wow!,Wow!

[Chorus:]
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk [Faster]
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
She Got A Donk
Shake Some Wit It
Shake Some Wit It
Shake Some Wit It
Shake Some Wit It
Shake Some Wit It
Shake Some Wit It
Wow,Wow,Wow,Wow,Wow,Wow,Wow!

[Verse 1:]
She Got Donk,
Watch It Hit Da Floor,
I Like The Way She Move And Da Way She Snap And Roll, Yea Its Goin Down,
I Got 5 Thousands Ones,
Me, You, And You (You!),
We Bout To Have Fun!, Now Gone Make It Clap,
Dat Right Dere,
Sippin On Some Dat Match My Shirt, I Like Her, Her, Her, Her, And Her,
I Want Dem To Do Dat Over Her!! (Over Her!!!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Its Two (Two), Im Back In Dis Thang,
I See Dat Apple Bottom Hangin Out Dat G-Strang,
Im On Fire!, Hot-Tamale!, Soulja Boy Tellem, Me And My Capadres!, Stacks On Deck (Deck), Girls On Deck (Deck),
Now Dat Im On, Arab Up Next (Next), Hung Up My Phone, Den Cash My Check (Check), Now It Time To Party, Girl Get Soakin Wet!, Wow!

[Chorus]

[Hook:]
Get Low To Da Floor (Lower)
Get Low To Da Floor (Lower)
Get Low To Da Floor (Lower)
Get Low To Da Floor (Lower)
Now Bend It, Get It,Get It,Get It
Bend It,Get It,Get It,Get It,
Bend It,Get It,Get It, Get It
Bend It, Get It,Get It,Get It
Now Do Da Grown Man (Do Da Grown Man) [Repeat 4x]
Now Throw Da Towel In (Give Up) [Repeat 4x]

[Chorus]

Wow!

"Dop Boy"



Shout out to my nigga man, free my niggas
Every day I wake up man
I'm on that motherfuckin mission dog
I'm living life to the fullest
I love it

Real shit
I'm in this bitch
Stack on deck, young & flexin, we in this shit
For the quarter meter, for the quarter pound
Man it's going up, man it's going down
Free my niggas out that fuckin cell
I'm on the block, bitch I'm going ham
I don't, I was going back to chill
Man you know I'm going 4 cell
Smoking on this dope like a motherfucker
Rolling off this dope like a motherfucker
My niggas really whip the shit, they kill you suckas
SOD, we really whip it, kill you suckas
Flexin hard in my drop top
Pull up to the club, gold chains on my laptop
Got them bad hoes, they came straight from the club
We played the game to the pimp
House and we do some dubs
Bitch I'm cashin out to the bank
Big choppa, money to yo face
Soulja Boy fly, then direct I'll drink
Throwed up, I flipped my paint, goddamn I do
When I pull up in my coup, 22's I'm out the roof whoa

It's going up, it's going up
It's going up, it's going up
It's going up, up, it's going up, up
It's going up, up, it's going up, up
It's going up, up, it's going up, up
It's going up, up, it's going up, up

Pull up flexin, everybody know a young nigga out here stunting
So much motherfucking money, tattered and savage
Steadily swagging, packing, hacking, blasting for action, packing.

"Down"



Soulja
Fucking round to off one of you pussy ass niggas man
You got me fucked up

Down, I knock you down, I knock you down,
I knock you down, I knock you down, I knock you down
Down, I knock you down, I knock you down,
I knock you down, I knock you down

You got them pounds, I knock you down
Don't make a sound, a hunned rounds,
It's going down, I knock you down
Down, I knock you down
You got them pounds, I knock you down
I knock you down, I knock you down
You got them pounds, it's going down
Get on the ground, a hunned rounds
Click clack pow, your body found
Off in your town, I'm smoking loud
Like right, right now, nowhere around
So whoa, I'm on control, my clique on swole
Bitch we own, rob you for your pounds
You is a hoe bitch I'm froze, my jury froze
I'm from that coast bitch you know we straight from the go
But we cannot go, call my

Down, I knock you down, I knock you down,
I knock you down, I knock you down, I knock you down
Down, I knock you down, I knock you down,
I knock you down, I knock you down
You got them pounds, I knock you down
Don't make a sound, a hunned rounds,
It's going down, I knock you down
Down, I knock you down
You got them pounds, I knock you down
I knock you down, I knock you down

"Eater"
(feat. Lil Durk)



[Intro:]
You filthy animal

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I can turn your girl into an eater
Pineapple Crush by the liter
O.T.F., follow the leader
Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer
Go and tell them boys, follow the leader
A lot of nigga's really want to be us
Got the whole city wanting to be us
Go and tell them boys, follow the leader

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Nigga's mad, we aren't, turned your bitch to an eater
We Cole, no Keisha, east side, Ray?
Pussy nigga's better ease up, that mac can have them screaming Jesus
Polo horses everyday, different Ralph I'm G'd up
Flash got me geeked up?,
Bitch I'm off the meter, I get money, I go hard
O.T.F. free my niggas, Tell the judge fuck a charge
Religion nigga's act true, nigga's know they live a fraud
I got crack and I'm out here, can't no nigga's say they out here
Nigga's say I'm a nightmare, all black like night gear
All that real shit start here, check a bag like night air
Check a bag like night air, that real shit it start here, L's

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Riding around with one-hundred's and fifties
They riding around saying we did it for the city
Riding around with my hammer cocked
Stacks On Deck, we on top
And me and Lil Durk won't stop
Riding around, screaming fuck the cops
Other finger screaming fuck the ops
S.O.D. we on these blocks
V.I.P. we go boss
V.I.P. we yellow mob
S.O.D. and G.B.E. the motto
O.T.F., 300 the motto

[Hook]

"Eazy"



Eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy

A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a ling man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy

Man I broke the cold im in ice mode
Game face on with my chain sittin on light mode
Got alot of gwap came from stayin on a paper chase
Shout out to my partner
Hold it down movin major weight
Every city every state Soulja Boy is known
Im just 18 now and im already grown
And I put my team on
S.O.D. sittin right
This is my theme song
And im rippin this beat right

Eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy

A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a ling man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look (ish look)

Rippin this beat tight
Is the crowd stimulated
I make it look eazy you make it look complicated
My name is s.beezy a.k.a. the heavy weighter
Now go head I'll see you later
Now go head and shoot your lay up
Catch me on the rebound, 3 pounds, we found
In the studio maybe tree sound
Soulja Boy tell em yea we clown
And im still on top
Two years later and still playin x box

Eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy

Eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me
Souljaboy tell em make this ish look peice of cake

Rock holder hollerin out im the man
Folk star face beezy
Soulja Boy pa chino
Soulja Boy mandingo
When im with your girl all alone in the casino
I'll show just how we roll
One day in my life will get your mind right
One day in my life will get your grind tight
Im tryna tell em but they don't wanna beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em makin this ish look eazy

Eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy

Eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me
Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy

"Evertything Blasted"



Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted

Bitch I turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I turning it up
Everything blasted

Right sleeve, half a million
Your sleeve, quarter million
Little Dre, aka Soulja Flicks
Little Dre, aka Soulja Flicks
I came out the water, what you know about me?
I don't keep nobody but niggers that got doe around me
Niggers talking down but my floor cold
Disrespect I knock his head on the floor
Goddamn I'm tear it up you know I'm blasting
Everything around my neck looking like magic
Rhyme around that lay in that building coop
God damn SOD we got to choose

Turn it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted

Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted

Hoes in my phone
Cushing my cologne
Soulja Boy tell them change down and I'm own
With a couple bricks
Tat it like a bitch
Word around the Ocean nigger first round pick
Niggers hoes on my dick
I flick so hallo
Never gave a fuck bitch nigger on my star boat
And I'm number one
Tear it like a poster
When they tattooed SOD on my shoulder
Money gang soldier
Riding in a Rover
Money roll like marijuana
Post it up in California
Got a couple killers
Hit man dealer
Goddamn Soulja Boy
First round on thriller

Turn it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted

Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I'm turning it up
Everything blasted