Lyrics:
S.O.D. Money Gang we hot right now
[Chorus: x2]
Dis song so hard every time it come on, it's like
SouljaBoy Tell 'em, man dats my song.
Girl do yo
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
Flexin, on 'em 28
Call me Soulja Boy, bitch i've been gettin K
I got that Scarface mansion by saltiest lake
I'm drop top in my lambo cause I'm
going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am
"Hey, tell this jerk to take a hike
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well, sugar, he don't mean the things he said"
"Just get him outta
the story in my hurt
The boys they always tell me that my words get 'em by
They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
(Alright if you're
boy!
I spit numbers for the dope boys
And the dope boys (Yea)
I tell 'em to meet coke boy
It's more money involved yea
More money more problems
More
employ yall boys coz i know yall front
I'll flame yall niggas like a flame ass blunt
Imma tell you what i want lil mama
The hit it like kick it like punt
Shawty pull up
We gonna come around
We'll party up till the sun down
Like a track meet, you get run down
I'm scoring on 'em like a touchdown
She
just hit em' when I get em
That boy a Soulja Livin' True, nigga, he treat this shit like a religion
OG in the streets, think what you doin', I done did
element element
Baby tell me what you want
Please don't hesitate, hesitate
Whole team in sync
Touchdown in LA, in LA
Switch to a drop top
With my crew,
tell you? (Four)
I notice that you're there, but I'm always in your hair
And you're always in my mind, maybe so (four)
Wasted, boy, I need your
(I told ya)
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 gettin' money,
down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with
you fu you is who you wasn't
I'm on fire like I hopped out the oven
I'm so high yea I'm baked
That boy dry point him to the lake
I get that loud in by
time?
Niggas on the playground wanna know what's happenin', you left em hangin' man, what the fuck?
Little Boy Blue is outta Folsom
Now them three
later, see you later
Touchdown like a pick six, got a big dick and a thick bitch
Money boy, I got plenty more on all the labels like you getting rich rich
me
Can turn a good girl bad
So baby won't you tell 'em
All the happiness that we've had
You gotta
Stand up
And tell them that I love you,
na my song den dey play
Oya tell em tell em tell em that me Pepperhyno is the new dancehall king
Make you tell em tell em tell em I be the boy with
own waves so now they anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life to spite you
Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
and Soulja I'm just gon' hit up my boy and tell 'em we made it
Keep ya mouth closed it need to be stabled
They tryna judge me, they put on a label
I call you
Sunglasses on, baby
I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee,
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)
[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my
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