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me from Monday to sunday.
I know we young but everybody fall in luv sumday
Soulja boy tell em got da girls gone wild.
From the corner of my eye, I saw
me from Monday to sunday.
I know we young but everybody fall in luv sumday
Soulja boy tell em got da girls gone wild.
From the corner of my eye, I saw
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo

Ah, 
It's Gucci, Soulja, 
It's Gucci, Soulja Boy Tell Em'
It's Gucci
Burr burr

Pass by in my
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh

Hopped up out the bed
runs it
Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man

[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man

[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
to strangers
Bang wit glocks, bang wit 40s, and hammers
Glocks dat don't jam a bandanna I'm banannas
T.v. cameras damn he got damned em
Trick off wit dimes, I
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
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh

Hopped up out
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh

Hopped up out the bed
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh

Hopped up out
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
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
Gonna turn it up, up, up, up!

Turned up to the max
I walk in the club wit them Rex
It's Soulja tell em
I get splashed
Rollex on my wrist
Ridin' round
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road
the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope
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
to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
I'ma bring you up in my world this is for my hot boys
And my hot girls, ride
off in da party and im bout da get loose dey hollin soulja boy tell'em gon hit Dat 1,2


Chorus 2x:
Ahhhh yuh snap and roll yuh snap and roll yuh
I put it in my head, I'ma die for this gold
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, boy what's up?

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot niggas in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck
Where the hell all these new pussy
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot n****s in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the f***
Where the hell all these new p****
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

Man I do this in spite, my mom ain't