Soulja Boy

[fox69]

"I Can't Help It"

"I Can't Help It"



I got my crew in here, we turnt up
We ain't going home
I got my crew in here, I got my clique here

I can't help, I can't help it
Pop1, pop 2
Crank, well I can't help it
Crank it

They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help, I can't help it
I can't help, I can't...

They say Soulja, where you get them shoes?
How you stuntin with yo crew?
How you be makin moves
I tell em I know what to do
Pull up, ain't got no license
Drivin Ferrari, spot a Henny came from Italia (Italy)
See I be swaggin Feragamo
I write LV the combo
I be smoking kush the strong way
SOD out forward than a long way
Rolex cost me 3 chickens
Catch me in my kitchen and I'm water...

They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it

Kush all through my lungs, I can't help it
Hunnid K off in my pay, you can tell me nothing
Pull up to the club and you know I'm stuntin
In my pocket ain't nothing but 100's
I can't help it, I can't help it
200K on my girl, I ain't selfish
See I am wealthy, moving stealth
I do this every day, have to kill yourself
Flexin with a check, run through a stack
If I spend it I will make it back
I'm a double that
Now I'm a triple that
Now my ice my Rolex, Givenchy my cap
See I be flexin, ain't gotta flex
I smoke that kush so it ain't no stress
SODMG, we da best
Like DJ Cali, we the...

They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it

I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't

 

[fox69]

"I Can't See Em"

"I Can't See Em"


[Intro:]
Foreign... Foreign 2 – The Movie
Foreign 2 – The Movie
Soulja... Soulja... wutchu want?

[Hook 1:]
Soulja stunt, I stunt, the money in my pocket
I got cash, got racks, got bands in my pocket
I'm that man, that man, you know you can't stop it
I'm that man, that man, you know I can't stop it
I can't see em, no! I can't see em to them haters
I can't see em, no! Money in the way so no, I cannot see em
You know I can't see em
I cannot see em
Money in the way... I'm gone

[Verse 1:]
Versace on me, I pulled up like a big dog
A gold Rolex on my wrist, I'm tatted up like a rockstar
Money in my pocket, I blast off like a missile (I blast off)
SOD Gang, we get money, get your issue
Stand on racks, got racks on racks
It's stacks on stacks and bags I'm raising Maybach (the bat)
I pull up to the club, they say that Soulja love to flex
I keep a couple bricks up on me cause I love finesse
Soulja Boy got money and I'm running up my check
Yea, yea no, I can't see you
Cause you like yea, tell who haters that the money in the way
Man look at them haters, look they face (look at they face)
They hunned though, they say that L is bog on skate

[Bridge:]
Dog I can't see you, money in the way
Pull up to the block and Soulja Boy gon get his cake
I'm steady getting cake, tell them hoes that I can't see them
Steady getting money cause the money in the way

[Hook 2:]
No, I can't see em – no, no
Tell my haters I can't see em – no
Money in the way cause Soulja Boy get the cash
Pull up to the club, got bands on bands on bands
Tell them haters that I can't see em – no
I can't see you no no no, no
Money and that cash got me fresh from head to toe
I step inside the club and they already know
I can't see em, I can't see em

[Verse 2:]
Tell my haters that the money in the way and I got swag
Pull up to the club, wrist so fresh with all these bands
Leaning, no kids staring and I popped a couple Xans
I can't see em in the way
All this money coming in, they talkin bout Lil Dre
Soulja Boy get cash, I put money in yo face
Haters hatin on me cause Soulja Boy getting that cake
But I can't see em, I can't see em
The money in the way
I'm riding down the block in a brand new Bentley
250 racks I spend like it's nothing
Soulja Boy get cash and Soulja Boy got swag
And that money in the way so I can't see em, man them racks (racks)

[Hook 3:]
No, I can't see em – no, no
The money in the way, they say Soulja Boy party
He flexin, he got them racks
Stacks on stacks and bags keep stabbing up in er back
No, I can't see em
The money in the way
I can't see em, look at my hater face
Soulja pull up flexin, he stuntin, he got the racks
No, I can't see em, look at my hater's face
I can't see em
No, I can't see em cause the money in the way
250 thousand, now I throw it in yo face
Man I can't see you, I can't see em

 

[fox69]

"I Can't Trust Them"

"I Can't Trust Them"


[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]

I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, 'cause he's not fond me
I can't trust them, 'cause they not ballin'

[Verse 1:]
They not squad dog, they not blood dog
Keep a snort nose and a shotgun
And a bad ass bitch riding shotgun
If you disrespect the soulja I'm a pop some

[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]

I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, can't trust them
Can't trust them, can't trust them

[Verse 2:]
I'm getting money, I'm getting mula
I be ridingthrough the hood with my shoota'
Homie he a do ya real talk
I real this real walk
Step inside the club dog make it rain money
So much money you can see I'm stunting
You just mad at me 'cause I ride foreign
Niggas mad at me 'cause I'm very important

[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]

I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, can't trust them
Can't trust them, can't trust them

 

[fox69]

"I Don't"

"I Don't"


[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]

[Verse 1:]
I don't gotta say shit went and bought a spaceship
With my niggas in the hood and we stay rich
Ain't gotta get rich, 'cause I been rich
And I hit licks, use a bitch bitch
Pull up to the block, pull up on my park
Got a porsche got a bentley and they on them things
And we off them things, my nigga with the things
Nigga talking crazy we gon' spill your brain
It is not a game, y'all niggas lame
Bitch I smoke flame, and I spit game
Shout out datpiff KP make it rain
I had to take 30 racks and put them in my chain

[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]

[Verse 2:]
I don't gotta say shit I be smoking staying spliff
I keep them papers, weed smoke them vapors
Motherfuck them haters bitch I'm getting paper
Bitch I'm getting caper swagging with my swagger
Bitch I pour up, pouring lean on the yager
Hands in the air, rick flare
Money over here I don't know what's over there
Soulja boy tell them I am a player
I don't gotta say shit I don't have to speak bitch
I don't sneak this bitch and I would never snitch
I gotta stay rich bitch I gotta stay in leaks
Gotta stay on that motherfucking Forbes list

[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]

 

[fox69]

"I Got A Bag"

"I Got A Bag"


[Hook:]
Niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cause I got a bag

[Verse 1:]
Got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
Poppin poppin out the Porsche, true religion swag
Hoppin out the Rrari, let my Gucci set
From my Gucci linz down to my Gucci pants
Damn, I got these niggas mad
Flexin in the club with a fuckin bag
30 bottles poppin cause I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
I got that nigga mad and my bitch is bad
And I'm blowin on his kush, got my eyes red
Pull up to the club and we goin in
I got that bag, ain't dough, tell that man
Ain't no telling cause we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and reckless
Niggas hatin on me cause I got that sack
Cause I got that bag, cause I got that swag
And I ain't really sharin, yea we pop tags
Yea we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really shit, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD, Money Gang, yea we in this place

[Hook:]
Niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cause I got a bag

[Verse 2:]
Got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
30 in my lap, nigga fight this strap
Pull up in that Llac, all these backed up scared
Place your ice on nosette, get yo ass jacked
True story, what the fuck it do?
Nigga fuck yo crew
Plus I got choppas nigga, fuck yo fuckin guns
Born with no roof, pull up on yo bitch
Told er hop inside this whip, bitch suck my dick
Epige (squad) SOD (squad)
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up drinkin lean
Off a bank and instant pink
All I see is cash every time I blink

 

[fox69]

"I Got Me Some Bapes"
(feat. Arab)

"I Got Me Some Bapes"
(feat. Arab)



[Soulja Boy:] Aye Rab mayne I just got back from the mall mayne guess what I got?
[Arab:] What you get Soulja Boy
[Soulja Boy:] Mayne I got me some bapes today

[Chorus (x4):]
I got me some bapes today
I got I got me some bapes today
I got I got me some bapes today
I got I got I got me some bapes today
I I I I I

[Verse]
Check out my Bathing Apes
I'm fresh to def and you like me
Don't try to cop my style
Mayne stick to dem Nikes
Green, white,black inside dese
Super clean Bathing Apes
My shoes like my chain
Shine hard they might hurt your face
And I'm clean in this thang
B-A-P-E-S up on my feet
Fresh fade wit the waves
30/30 Boyz up on my tee
You want to get them YEP
But you can't get like me NO
Asking me Soulja Boy
Where you get your shoes from (ay)

[Chorus x4]

Bathing Apes on my feet
And you niggas wearing kicks
Purple yellow white like my Kobe Bryant jersey
you aint never seen these shoes
Then let me tell u something son
You see how fresh these bitches is
These are not no fucking ones
Step up on the stage with my mouth on froze
Bathing Apes on my feet
Put the crowd on hold
Hatas see them on my feet
I know they get mad a little
Arab rocking more colors then a bag of Skittles

[Chorus x4]

Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes to start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe

Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe (YA)

[Chorus x6]

I got me some bapes today
I got me some bapes today
I got me some bapes today
I go I got me some bapes today
I got I got I got me some bapes today
I I I I I

 

[fox69]

"I Got That Sack"
(feat. Lil B)

"I Got That Sack"
(feat. Lil B)



[Hook: Lil B]
I need a stripper bitch with that ass on the back
Walked in the club, bitch you know I got that sack
You know I got that sack [x2]
I need a stripper bitch with that ass on the back
Walked in the club, bitch you know I got that sack
You know I got that sack [x2]

[Verse 1: Lil B]
Cashing off of pussy, cause money ain't a thing
Stripper bitches love to work on us
Cash out the bitch, I'm like yeah I make it rain
I love flexing money, Milwaukee off the chain
Ohio girls, make the pussy work the same way
Same way, just fucked a girl the same day
Fucked a new stripper man, and the pussy off the chain
Caught her in my trap, bitch that money don't play
Money don't play bitch, money don't play
Shake your ass for the money, girl the same way
Money don't play bitch, money don't play
Shake your ass girl, for the money the same way
I know Ben Frank, she got booty shots girl playing that game
Trying to cash out, bitch I know Lil Wayne
If you selling pussy, say my name say my name

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Walked in the club, and you know I got that sack
Buy a stripper bitch, and I fuck her from the back
Lil B Soulja B, yeah we on the map
Fuck the bitch quick, and I slapped her with a stack
I fucked her with the money, yeah I know she like that
My pinky ring so long bruh, that's like 9 stacks
If I ain't rapping, then I'm somewhere serving packs
Soulja got the chopper, and MK got the mac
Getting head from the bitch, while I count 100 stacks
She got some good head, and she in love with my tats
I'm thinking this here, I'm a go and cop a jag
Riding 'round town, and I a'int gotta brag
Fucking bad bitches, and you know I'm getting brain
Smoking on loud, rocking all my chains
Fucking on this bitch, tell her to bring my friends
Pretty boy gang, rich gang we in this bitch

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I Got Them Racks"

"I Got Them Racks"



I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks

I got them racks, racks baby bet we play
I'm in the VIP, I'm poppin bottles all day (they do it)
I see a bad bitch, she strippin at the booty club (I do this)
I throw 100 on her booty cause I'm showing love
Bitch I got the gold off on my chain, you know wussup
They say wussup with Soulja? I say bitch I'm blowin up
They say wussup with Soulja? Bitch I say I'm pullin up
I'm sippin lean, she pop the molly and it's goin on
Bounce, bounce up in this motherfucker
So much money in this bitch, I'm rich up in this bitch
We takin turns as hittin the blow, we're rich up in this shit
Oh high as hell I feel this shit, I'm coming with this shit

I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks

Wake up in the morning, I hear the blunt first (word!)
Fresh up out the shower, bitch I'm on that earth
Call it OG, bring me a swisha sweet
We get so high up in this bitch, my eyes is low key
Gone, say bitch I'm gone
I'm on my tone, she say she on
I'm in my zone, she say she want
I said what's on? I'm by come on
She in the car and then we gone
Hell yeah we gone, the early morn'

I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks

Bounce up in this bitch, we throwin money
The Fettuccini comin out here funny
I walk inside the bank, I need some money
Wussup with Soulja? I keep it 100
Bandz, I got them bandz
I got a plan, we said no mans
Stance on the mary
We got them Benz, I got them racks
Got racks and stacks
Like stacks and plaques and plaques and bags
You know we mad, we turned up

I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, yea

Racks, I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, yea

 

[fox69]

"I Love You"
(feat. Bobby V & Nicki Minaj)

"I Love You"
(feat. Bobby V & Nicki Minaj)



Yo Yo Yo
Stop at the light, I'ma jump out my Barbie dream car
I'ma jump on him, ride him like a theme park
Family guy, let's have a little Stewie
Bust a U-ey, I forgot my Huey, Dewey, Louie
Red and Green Lamb' we call it Watermelon
I call him SB, he call me Nicki Tell'em i'm badder then a felon, he generous like Ellen
Ain't talking hair product when I say the we jellin
I'm the Barbie and he's the Ken, get my pre-nup then get my pen
Get my flower girls and get my bridesmaid
Don't need a gift little mama, 'cause this bride's paid

Who’s that dude hoppin out the Lamborghini,
Got the Gucci and the Prada,and the sword fish zucchini
Are the girls on me because my swag is so proper,
And I think my swags sick so I go get a doctor.
I’m soldier boy, tell'em, I’ll be splashing in excursion
Extravagant trips, I look better in person.
Got the new on me, yeah the new army,
S.O.D. money gang, yeah every day is sweet!

So I’m with Nicky and she’s looking so lovely,
And I’m on cloud nine above me
Above the city streets above the building,
Oh my God, soldier boy is about to kill 'em
Other rappers looking at me like how is he do this shit?
Man I do the shit because I’m cooling with the coolest flick,
Riding with the crew, throwing money out the roof,
Its soldier boy so I'm outta 21

Everybody knows that you’re my superstar,
I’ll buy you anything you want, jewelries and cars,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!

 

[fox69]

"I Pray (Outro)"

"I Pray (Outro)"


Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2]
they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down my grind I want let em nawl
I won't let em I want let em I wont let em, nawl dey tryna stop me but I won't let em
I want let em just aint no how I cant give up aint gone give up cannot give up I just cant give up nawl

[Verse 1:]
My life is a movement an everybody watchin are u entertained lookin at me partna?
I made it out da hood lets just get this understood people think my life is good but its way more
to it rumors spreadin round they tryna take my glory but theres two sides to everybodies story
so let me tell the story truth with no lyin I hate when my moma call me cryin tellin me dre I
feel like dying tellin me dre I feel like dying I remember growing up in westside of atlanta
couldnt pay the light bill so we kept them candles askin moma questions she giving false
answers I didnt wanna leave my hood I just couldnt stand it moved to mississippi and I finally
had a family moved to mississippi and I finally had a family my dad my sista and my newly
borned brother the first time I ever called another women mother fam I love ya I know I didnt
show it my mom askin for money and you askin for nothing every day I told ya one day ima make
it and if I never told you really appreciate ya if I never told ya I really appreciate ya

[Chorus:]
Its in my soul I got passion I won't stop cant stop rappen hatters blastin out they mouth
just cause Soulja from the south but I won't stop I won't stop nawl
I won't stop I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl

[Verse 2:]
I got girls claiming I got em pregnant my life is really hecked Im going through the
spectives don't hated it just respect it if you cant respect it then I guess its to bad and if
my don't change then I guess its to sad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people
mad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot 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 a movement but all I gotta say is please free my nigga gucci im soulja boy tell and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is mane free my nigga gucci

[Chorus:]
Its in my soul I got passion I won't stop cant stop rappen hatters blastin out they mouth
just cause Soulja from the south but I won't stop I won't stop nawl
I won't stop I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl

Soulja Boy tell em 18 years old (ay yea boy)
Born in Chicago, IL (ay yea boy)
July 28,1990 (ay yea boy)
Cook County Hospital (ay yea boy)
To the world by storm (ay yea boy)
Made history (ay yea)
Life is good (ay yea boy)
thats what they say (ay yea)
(ay yea boy)