Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy - That Theme lyrics

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Shout out to my nigga Project Pat

Shout out to my nigga D. Flores SODMG

Wut?

Juice II

Big South

Juice II nigga

Pull up, flexin’ on niggas

I push button on my dizzy dash convert we get fitters

Drop the top on the brand new foreign, that’s what we do

With me and Bunks one week off tourin’

I thought you knew, Soulja Boy, tell ‘em about the revenue

Cash and company comin’

We rubber bands money bounce like elastic

Tell ‘em that we getting this cash in, it ain’t nothin’ you nigga

All you fucking new niggas is just fuckin’ new niggas

Lil Dre fuck on you niggas, pull up – drop a band

I put leanin’ on purple and eastern pink hit stand

Like damn, bands on top of bands, this what we do

Stacks on deck

Boy, stacks on deck

Gang, stacks on deck

Mane, stacks on deck entertainment, frame it

Pull up in the drop top with your girl getting brain

Lamborghini, flip the colors on it

Switchin’ black, ridin’ black, flip the colors on it

Gold watch, gold ring, gold chain too

Tattoos out the frame on that dude

Juice II, Juice Dos

Juice uno, juice dos

Juice west coast

I done pull up

Everybody know what’s happenin’ with the kill

Getting trappin’ with the kill

It’s so sad, CEO fantastic

Can’t have it

Number 1, we gotta have it

Oh my God, oh my God swag

Number 1 we gotta have it

Swag swag Dre Dre

Number 1 we gotta have it

Working out the pound, nigga hold it down

Sour on my mind

Now my chopper hold a hundred rounds

Ridin’ through my town like damn I’m the fuckin’ man

Caught a million grounds up in bounds

I’m the fuckin’ man

Pullin’ up like yes I am

Handkerchief in hand, Gucci bandana

And my hands on all my car

Got me feelin’ like I’m on the spaceship, a superstar

Young nigga cashin’ all this money in this fashion

I pull up in his ass and drop top with a yella bone

Pull up in the VIP they like what is going on

Make it rain on everybody, I’m talkin’ every one

Then we throw 100’s then 50’s, 20’s and anyone’s

Lil Dre in the in the club, going crazy

55 racks later, going crazy

Gold ace of spades, bottle got me feeling hazy

I’mma screw up and I’ll just pop me a pill

Came through the club but you know that’s what it is

Juice II in the atmosphere, that’s what it is

My niggas go so hard, my nigga we do that every year

Smokin’ on this kush got the kush off in the air

Put it in the air, we the niggas in the building

Any nigga hatin’ talkin’ down we gon kill them

Battle fay, drill ‘em

Tell them weird all niggas

West side niggas, we swag on niggas

Put tags on bitches, draw jazz and we niggas

Fuck with my niggas and we leave you in the ditches

Leave you full of stitches, you could get your head shook

Pull up, take a picture

Young rich nigga

Young rich nigga

Pull up, take a picture

Young rich nigga

Pull up, take a picture

Pull up, take a picture

Pull up, take a picture

Pull up, take a picture

Pull up, take my picture

Cuz I’m flexin’ on niggas

Pull up, take my picture

Cuz I’m flexin’

Girls girls girls

Girls all over the world

Stacks on deck gang

Stacks on deck gang

Turn up

What? What? What?

Get booked nigga

500 k in my robbin’ jeans

Goddamn Dre you didn’t pull up in a limousine

Goddamn I got cliffs and some fuckin’ methazine

Nigga talkin’ down but that’s blasphemy, don’t blast for me

Young Dre up in this thing, it could be achin’

So my money on my arm and my necklace

Pull up to the club, you ain’t on the guest list

I’m flexin’ since I’m flexin’

VIP!

Juice

Turn up

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