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just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja boy tell em a.k.a
[Chorus]

Down by the river, two bodies in the 
Glow of the radio dial
Gonna make a million memories
For every hundred thousand miles
Learnin'
in the states
No idea how much yeah I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on em 4 million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made
that's me, yep (ay)
Yep that's me, yep (ay)
Yep that's me
Soulja Boy Tell 'em
Yep that's me
Swish, swish, swish, swish

They be like "who that is?"
Pulling
we the best

And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris & DMX]
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
Bet
in the states
No idea how much yay' I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on 'em four million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who
in the states
No idea how much yay' I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on 'em four million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who
tell your pops I got a million dollar watch
All you fake watch bustas, I'm the one to watch
Rolls Royce fake and my two yachts fake
30 Franchises, show
Mac
Rubber band stacks
Spent a ½ a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys love me
Taught 'em how to cook
You whip it real hard,
BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt

Y'knahmsayin man? All the girls love me man
Pretty Boys in the building, I got millions
Told
ahead and cop it 
Money in the bag 
Probly takin out the garbage 
I know dem boys snitchin 
'cause they're scared of 1st degree 
But you can tell em
shit 

44 caliber hollow tips in the glock 30 clip 

Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist 

Ninety eight six hundred Benz copped from
A 100 thousands to them Haitians you'll be murdered today

I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only
Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what
looking good and it match wit the piece
Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth
Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell
It cost a baller 100 g's
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
But you threw em all away
I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days

I gave you four years of chances
To try to be your wife
I cleaned
degree
But you can tell em f.e.d's
I'm in VIP
With 4 mill chedda' keep boy keys
The window to the wall
Supplier of what you need

Got no wife but
gettin leathal an I, 

you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, 

drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, 

make 'em
ain't know
See me buying what I want to
Walk out the store 100 thousand in my pocket
You can tell how I want
I ball like a dog
Horsing at the red
degree
But you can tell em f.e.d's
I'm in VIP
With 4 mill chedda' keep boy keys
The window to the wall
Supplier of what you need

Got no wife but
Rep my city every night
Hundred thousand worth of ice
Tight work, boy that's life work
Crystal clear starin make your eyes hurt
Time for the new
Hundred thousand worth of ice
Tight work, boy that's life work
Crystal clear starin' make your eyes hurt
Time for the new breed, Triple C
Custom cars
call me Superman, I'm on my (Soulja) shit (You!)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin throne
I'm
call me Superman, I'm on my (Soulja) shit (You!)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin throne
I'm