Lyrics:
Quarters
Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game
spinnin'
They thought the Ferrari was rented
I'm ridin my windows ain't tinted
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em im gettin it
Molly in my pocket, taking off like
did to go to jail, don't do that shit again
Bitch I'm screamin' fuck you, never change, thuggin' to the end
I got a question, tell me what these
Niggas make believe
Rip Soulja slim I used to rock them Soulja rees
Back in the day franchise had me in
White tees
Hard head do whatever just to get
Some
gave me shit I plotted way to get it
Should've thought outside the box cause them plans got me convicted
Mr Know It All Couldn't tell me shit I wouldn't
fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh
[Lil' D]
My homeboy is down its a part of the show
Meet me
ballin' boys?
Whatcha know 'bout a six figure nigga
Flow got bigger so my whips gettin' bigger
Stackin' my chips so my tips gettin' bigger
Mackin' me
I take your bitch and undress her
Walk through the door see my
Gun on the dresser (ugh)
You know I come from the gutter, boy
Got a nina on me, she'll
Iggy
Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
Think I give a fuck about the industry?
Pussy ass nigga better Google me
Boy, I really made a million
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
tell em'
I don't ride solo no more
Got a Soulja girl for my Soulja boy
her left and got her right
Dranking Hennessy
I'm in this B
And cranking Soulja boy
Hit a Nigga square in the mouth
And air it out if he get hype
Single
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
a mystery
I always got a pretty bitch with me
My bitch'll be like, "Come and get with me
Pretty please, I need some dick in me"
I get bad hoes and you
Get
Royce and I pop shit (pop shit)
I'm a dope boy with that car trip (yeah)
I came in the game, I had crack on me (I had crack on me)
Got BAPE on my back
we really charged up
Got more hoes on me than a Starbucks
Big chop, it'll blow yo car up
Ball like I hoop, tell the opps guard up
Bro jam three times,
I go crazy at my show
Don't dress pretty at my show human bodies will be in clash
You want your boy to be like me
You hope your child got part of me
got
Dope and the E boy I'mma G
Boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got
bitchBallin! Soulja Boy Up In Da Buildin
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw
at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs
Lord I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn
I got somethin' very hot
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
is souljas
Pull up gone jump outta Rova
Dog that lil bitch Like Hoya
Finessed me A pint I'm a po up
Got me sum dope I'm a roll up
So sick these
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