Lyrics:
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
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em,
When you get dis message, pack ya bags,
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em,
When you get dis message, pack ya bags,
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy tell 'em (i got)
Yeaah Justin Bieber (that's me)
She's a rich girl (She's a rich girl)
[Justin Bieber]
She's a rich girl
Run that back Turbo
Shoppin' spree for fun, she dig Saint Laurent (uh)
Alexander, Laurent (yah), private flight to Milan ('Lan)
Ice VV's (ice,
day, yeah, I swear that boy be dead by the mornin' (blah, blah, blah, blah)
We don't give a fuck, got extra bullets, we'll let your buddy come join you
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
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
packin'
Stick to my money like a loyal sidekick
Spoil my chick, tell her don't trip, I got it
Spree shoppin', she chew me like Trident, act like a bitch
the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon' pop a bean, join me
Paris fashion week shoppin' spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin'
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
a nigga you steppin' with
They ain't throw your boy no sauce, I turnt into the donor
In Texas shoppin' for a coat, Moncler on my shoulder You better watch
like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin' spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans,
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
Tryin to talk up on the shoppin spree
Or a be of that stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
and drive up my gas hittin all the hot
of people glad
glad glad yea glad I do it from
the heart and if I wasn't gonna finish man why would I even start?
Im soulja boy tell em and my
life is
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
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
think that hard
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge
Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg
Keep that boy there on a leash
All I know
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
The year 2029 is gon' be the apocalypse caused by the Apophis - ME
I got it lock and key
Tell the labels we 'bout to go on a shoppin spree
And if y'all don't
you
I read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by
One
And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said
Christmas shoppin's
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