Soulja Boy

[fox69]

"Love Soulja"

"Love Soulja"



Yea
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
King Soulja
King Soulja
Rolex, hold that Lamborghini
Jesus piece for my Bentley
SOD, fuck

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, I drink lean until I'm throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so just close it up

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so close it up

I pulled up and in a Mulsane, tatted up like Lil Wayne
Party catch like Bergman, black Bentley swerve man
Hold up your runnin man, where is your Rollie man?
I don't see your Rollie man, you gotta have a Rollie man
You ain't swaggin, pull some, throwin up some gang size
I rock it in this pocket, I close my eyes see dollar signs
Maserati parked in front, paid it like taxes
I don't do the actin, I do it for the ratchets
I got mo money than these motherfuckin actors
You think that you know us, 3 mill on my tour bus
Keep that kush smoking, keep that molly rolling
Keep that lean pouring and keep that cash flowin

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, I drink lean until I'm throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so just close it up

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so close it up

SOD got cash bitch, 200 in the stash bitch
400 in my new bitch, 100 in my last bitch
And I'm smoking gas bitch, you gotta be a bad bitch
You heard what I said ho, you gotta be a bad bitch
If you ain't got no ass bitch, then I cannot smash this
Man you got me laughin, catch him up in traffic
SOD, we stackin, all them pistols packin
You knowing where the beez is, Soulja Boy fa real

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, I drink lean until I'm throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so just close it up

These bitches love Soulja, money we throwin
Bottles we pourin up, Jesus piece frozed up
Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
You niggas ain't get money like SOD, so close it up

 

[fox69]

"Macklemore"

"Macklemore"


[Hook:]
I'm getting money like I'm Macklemore
Got a lot of money, it's coming through the door
I got a hundred bands on the floor
I got Louie V, and I got Michael Kors
I'm getting money like I'm Macklemore
I got a hundred bands, coming straight through the door
I got money all across the floor
I got versace trench coats and I got Michael Kors

[Verse 1:]
I be riding in that foreign whip
Hop up in the whip, I'm walking in the whip
Thirty bands and that's on my hip
I keep a couple bad bitches, I make them strip
I'm getting bands like I'm Barack Obama
I did had the game locked for like six summers
I got a dirty gun in that hummer, and your girl want me to ask for her number

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
We make it rain when we hit the club
My rims so big, it make my tires scrub
I got a Bentley, I park it in my house
I got a big whip, hanging all out
I do 360, then I'm [?]
I got my gang on now, we going fucking ham
I got a fucking bad bitch, we got a lot money
I got a lot of fuck niggas, they be hating on me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Make My City Proud"

"Make My City Proud"


[Intro]
Ocean Gang, oh God
SODMG we in this mufucker man
Souljer
Swag took over the rap game man
Straight up man

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my neck, tried to reach it? Suicidal (Huuh)
Long banana clips, but that only for survival. (Uh)
Ocean Gang niggas wit me, lookin for my rivals
Standing on the TV screen, yeah, I will supply you. (I will supply you)
Red diamond chain, shouts out to the west coast (Westcoast)
AK cocked back, and I'm aimin at the boy throat. (Swag)
Chicago Bulls snapback, yeah I make it classy (Classy)
Hoppin out the phantom, its the black swag daddy. (Daddy)
Gold grill, chain, and you know my pants saggin (Lets go)
Standin in the club, and you know I make it rain tho. (Lets go)
Lookin so handsome, the girl called a taxi
Word around town, that bitch was leakin thru her maxi. (Souljer)
Ridin thru my hood, and I'm lookin like Obama (Yuah)
12 shotguns and I'm ready for the thunder. (Haa)
Young Soulja Boy, man I came in harder
Man I swagged, took the rap game. You know that I started it
Young Dre my name, Nike McFlys got me lookin like I fell out the mufuckin sky (Huuh)
Soulja Boy Tellem, why would I lie? I be standin on cloud 9, got damn I'm so high
Took the bitch to the hotel, and blew the bitch back out (Huuh)
I hopped up in the Ferrari, race off. I took the track out. (What)
Soulja Boy Tellem, I'm all up in the air
I got so many diamonds, neck like a chandelier. (Oh God)

[Refrain]
You know its goin down, Speakers turnt up loud
When I'm in a crowd, You know I'm turnt up now (Turnt up)
Ocean Gang or drown, In ya fuckin town (Uh)
Word around town? I'm so hot right now!

[Hook]
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud (Ayye)
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I'mma make my city proud (Ya digg)

[Verse 2]
Word around town, I done copped a gold bracelet
The penthouse sweet, got me on some Scarface shit
Bitches too basic? Get the fuck back (Uuh)
I be in LA, wit the automatic strap. (Yuhh)
Yellow bone beside me, she put head of in my lap (Lap)
See I'm ridin thru my hood, its like casino shootin craps. (Lets go)
Soulja Boy Tellem. Red shirt, I pull the vert off (Take off)
When I pull up in the club, I make the hoes take they shirt off. (Take off)
Swag on deck, man I swag so immaculate
Money on deck, I flip the money like a spatula. (Shoo)
Soulja Boy Tellem, man my swag so spectacular (Souljer)
Swag so cold, like I'm standin in Alaska bitch
The matte black Maserati, I set it on dubs
Had 40 K cash, when I stepped in the club
S O D, Ocean Gang. Everything on us
Keep my eye on these rappers, trina snatch my plug
20 12 red Bentley, wit my swag turnt up
24 Forgiatos, and it make my tires scrub
Take a knee everyday, and then I take the man above
When you see me on red carpets, thats that Bape on my glove. (Oh God)

[Refrain]
You know its goin down, Speakers turnt up loud (Aaey)
When I'm in a crowd, You know I'm turnt up now (Swag)
Ocean Gang or drown, In ya fuckin town
Word around town? I'm so hot right now!

[Hook]
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I'mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I'mma make my city proud

 

[fox69]

"Mean Mug"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Mean Mug"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Soulja Boy:]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk shit I will kick your door nigga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent:]
AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you fuck with my lil nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya
Keep thinking it's a game, nigga's ain't playing

[Soulja Boy:]
Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain
A nigga talking all that shit
Y'all niggas cannot represent
Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla nigga
Split ya I deal with ya

[50 cent:]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life nigga
I won't tell ya twice
Bitch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me
These hoes they be all on me
They can't help that they want me
They want me back

[Soulja Boy:]
I'm on another level, bitch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent:]
Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me
Bitch you not worthy

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who?
Rob me? nigga we gon rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs
Nigga fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug
Nigga fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug
Nigga fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug
Nigga fuck your mean mug

[50 cent:]
When I'm trippin' I'm twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin'
I'm iced out, bitch my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count all this paper I be gettin'

[Soulja Boy:]
Any fucking game nigga pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws
I'm money over all, I don't really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

[50 cent:]
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop
From the balls to the top
She must do this shit a lot
She's a freak she's a pro
Got that paper it's a go
Bring the Kush, bring the dro
She might bless ya on the low

[Soulja Boy:]
Man, That's why I pick you up off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew
Bitch is you fucking clown
Get the fuck back nigga
We up in the club
High as fuck, talk shit and you gon get dropped

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Yeah, misery loves company nigga
I send you to see your dead motherfucking homies

 

[fox69]

"Michael Jordan"
(feat. Sean Kingston)

"Michael Jordan"
(feat. Sean Kingston)



Young Millionaire, young millionaire is the movement
Young millionaire, swish, swish

I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha

Yeah I'm ballin, I'm ballin'
Money like Spalding
And you know that I'm riding in a foreign
And you know I'm a ball like Jordan
I'm a ball like Jordan
I'm a ball like Jordan
I'm a ball like Jordan, just like Michael Jordan
And the rest wyle out when we pull up to the club
The otha girls runnin' up to me and they wanna give me a hug
Say rich gang where we claimin', pullin' up on 20st thug
Cause y'all don't look like a car show
Got money all on us
Hey, say we got money all on us
I pull up in that truck
And know just they wanna fuck
Hey, hey hey hey
Woah woah woah
Swish, swish

I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha

Money, they be fallin' out my pocket
Pharaoh gama belt with the Louie wallet
I miss smashin' this designer from China
I got a bad bitch and she rock designer
Said I'm ballin', money, it be callin'
Ridin' in a foreign, look like Michael Jordan
All this money comin' like and it is well, a fortune
Money comin' in, I build a ton and I torch it
All this money comin' in, you know she like my style
Pull up to the club, you know I flex like this 1000
Money it be stackin', it ain't nothin' that I'm pillin'
I'm pillin', money I be pillin'
That Ciroc got her wylin'
She be on the island, she be wylin'
And she know that I'm a trendin' topic
Money I be guapin', Pharaoh got more shoppin'
Ground floor shoppin', young soulja be guapin'
Swish swish

I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Swisha
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Hey ya, hey hey hey
Swisha

 

[fox69]

"Molly With That Lean"

"Molly With That Lean"


So, Soulja
Ohh, on the b, OH PUT THE B
And I got to drink
We know I do my thing, money game

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.

[Verse 1:]
Molly with that lean rolling through the streets
Man I do my thing, thing boy I stake, boy I stake
Boy you know I'm packing, ya'll boys playing
Pull up in that porsche, like what you really sayin,
Do this every day day, do this all the time, time
Now I'm on my hustle, man I'm on my grind
In a big time, say I'm in a big time I'm in a big leash,
Oh no so you stay, and you in the VIP
A minute in the streets, man I'm in your fucking girl
Take her to the crib, molly roll, molly roll
With that lean, with that lean, with that smoke, with that smoke
I'm on the yacht, I'm on a boat

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.

Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean

[Verse 2:]
On the B, strugglin out the club
Stumbling looking for my keys, keys
Hop inside the Porsche swerving almost free
Rolex on my wrist so let's hole it up if you pay pay
It's rolex game game
It's what I play, I pull her lover 20 racks in my pocket
My pocket, what I'm running with the lean like I'm fossy, fossy
Again again, yeah money and you niggas can't stop it, stop it,
You can't stop it, can't stop it,
Say I'm a king, I'm a king
All the girls in the club say I'm clean, say I'm clean
I wake up in the morning do my thing, do my thing
And your girlfriend right here she on a bin, she on a bin
She on a bin, molly with the lean lean, with the lean

Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.
On the B picked all my Bentley keys,
You stay lacking and I put her on the B
Molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
Bitch I'll do my thing, bitch I'll do my thing.

 

[fox69]

"Money"
(feat. Sean Kingston)

"Money"
(feat. Sean Kingston)



[Hook:]
Money gain
We pull up and ballin
We pull up in porsches
I got lambos
Got lambos and phantoms
Got maybachs and rolex
We pull up we stuntin'
Know time is money
Know that we stuntin'

[Verse 1:]
My team, my team
Got time with it
Now that they be by now a movie scene
Pull up in porsches lay pass in bounty
Polos and rolex my team get money
Pull up I'm stuntin'
So that we get money
Money gain ye we flexin'
Pull up on slow mo
You know rocking polos you know we ain't be
You know it's my team
Talk money so D, lost that trolley
I got gas in that lean
I got lambos and bees
I got lamborghici murc'
Pull up red paint
Smoking on purple, sipping on drink

[Hook:]
I say we pull or we stuntin
Pull up in the porsches
Got lambos and phantoms
Got maybachs and rolex
Money we pulling
Know time is money
Know that we stuntin'
We getting money

[Verse 2:]
For my team, sound with that lean
Got 9 with that beam
Shoot a movie scene
You know that we stuntin'
Time is money
We on in bucking
We all get money

[Verse 3:]
Time is money SOD
Much now be the team
Bout the green bout the dough
Niggas talk chas kill 'em with the flow
Off the top off the top
I ain't gotta call man I own the lot
I don't go to club man I own the spot
Them niggas talking but I'm getting guap
I'm a real badman from Jamaica
That's your girl man I might just take her
Service shots just like the waiter
House came with a elevator
I'm ballin' out, ballin' out
Bet you didn't know that I'm representing south
Got alot of money got alot of dough
Niggas talk chas so I kill 'em with the flow
It's a freestyle money going up
Ye it's gold now niggas talk chess
So it's going down gotta chopper out
Ye it's going down on this lesser deed
Time is money and we getting all
And we getting all this money
And we getting all these hunneds
Man start the show we getting money
Man it ain't nothing to a G
Freestyle but it ain't shit for free
Got a chopper and my niggas with me
Load it up ye we getting tipsy
And we getting this money
And we getting this dough
We pull up in whips
Say what we taking their hoes

 

[fox69]

"More Than I Can"

"More Than I Can"


I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain't ever going broke

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

[Verse 1:]
I'm talking Lambo's, Hummer Trucks, Bentleys and all of that
Pulling up Mercades at the parting jet
It's Lil' Dre AKA Soulja Boy Tellem
Two mill off a tour somebody get em
Everyday we hustle and we hustle hard
You ain't got the check put it on a fucking card
Niggas show respect cause a nigga living large
Respect the hustle pulling up like El Debarge
All white everthing in the parling lot
Nigga drop the top in the parking lot
Mixtape dropped and it's downloaded
Kush in my lungs damn near exploaded
Fake rappers around damn near exposed them
Lil' Dre everything on me frozen
20 karats Bugs Bunny mad at me
10 chain 5 ring the swag daddy

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain't ever going broke

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

[Verse 2:]
I got million dollar thoughts
You can hear it in my voice dog
Hear it in my raps
You can hear it in my chorus dog
Pulled up drop top
Panamera Porsche dog
Everbody looking at me
Soulja Boy done went hard
Yeah I done went ham
Doors up don't slam
Real shit
I done came out
Going ham
Young Dre
And I ain't ever going back
Made it out my situation
Now I'm smoking loud pack
Million after million
Buck after buck
Every dollar counts
So I'm stacking that shit up
Come in to my mansion
I got cash to the cealing
It's the money making mission
And I put that on the building
S. O. D. Money Gang
Tell the feel it
Tatted up my whole chest
Felxing my campaign
S O D got damned
Ten racks
I made it rain
Two straps
In the rap game
I'm Max Payne

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain't ever going broke

I ain't ever seen a drought
I ain't ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain't ever seen a drought

 

[fox69]

"Movie"

"Movie"


Yeah, Ima show you how to do it for real
Yeah this ain't no game
That's on everything

Yeah it's Smooky
I always wanted to be in a movie [4x]

Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
I got on white jeans
Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
That's on everything

Yeah Smooky, Smooky
Ride around town wit yo girl, it's a movie
A movie, a movie
Put the camera on me
Oh my God I got all this jewelry on me
Swag turned up, I can't even put it down
Riding thru the city, yes I know you hear the sound
Smook this smook that, word around town
Oh my God my lamborghinis found
Zoom, yeah I'm gone
The king on my throne
Smook dawg smook dawg, done smook'd off
AK 47 dropped off, stashed off
In my stash house, by the last house
Yeah I always want to star
I always want to have the cameras posted on my car
I always want to know, who the hell they are
Hanging on the star, thats somethin that you aren't
I'm like

Yeah it's Smooky
I always wanted to be in a movie [4x]

Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
I got on white jeans
Lights, camera, action
I step on the scene
Lights, camera, action
That's on everything

 

[fox69]

"Moving"
(feat. Agoff)

"Moving"
(feat. Agoff)



Swag
No instruments
Yaw read no nigger
Cash everywhere
Sushi
Truck
Forty million salary
Just like the NBA
All white every day
Like I’m in the KKK
Came with the door
With no instruments
I’m swimming
Young Soulja Boy
Gives a fuck
I keep it pimping
Hate on me
Chewing at my enemies
Right down ocean drive
And Agoff is with me
Sinter is empty
Looking like I’m on him
Everywhere I go
Splash cash like I want it
Fuck what you heard
On my turf
That’s the west side
Cause I came out the ground
Just like the oil
Niggers don’t want
Their motherfucking thermo
Five hit your never list
Tell the hoes we’re spending click
Ocean Gang
Twenty twelve I’m splash
What the fuck you heard?
Came with the cash bro
Money on my chain bro
Easy
Everywhere is easy
Yeller diming busy
Make that shit look easy
I’ll freeze it
I’m frozen
Third eye open
Came with the forty clip
Like I post her
Oh your sister wants my face
On the poster
I swag on my shoulder
They case is
You’re gone nigger

Rustling, hustling, grinding, jogging
Working, working, moving, cooking
Plug it, plug it
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
I love it, I love it
Love it, I love it
Shots out to Agoff
This is no instrument

Came out the water with that fifty clip
Soulja I told you
Fifty stars, American flag
Goddamn, I came here
Alien on my pants tip
Versace, watch me
Shush, shush, it’s nothing
Ain’t even planning
Ain’t even playing
All that I know
Twenty twelve we going to make it
Rubber band wrist
Just made it

Soulja, Soulja, jogging, jogging
Working, hustling, moving, moving
Grinding, grinding
Shots out to Agoff

What’s all the keeve
This is no instrument
Agoff ain’t got to prove shit
I hustle hard
I don’t got to talk about the money
Cause I got it boy
Five star general
Ocean Gang
Got the money niggers
Can’t fuck with
Now I’m on some harder shit
Cali life, live it
Hustle everyday
Do this shit
Bitch is pimping
Man I’m from a hole
Another motherfucking dimension
Came out the water
And I don’t even got a mansion
Bitches on my dick and shit
I don’t give a fuck them nigger
Talking heat and leaks and shit
Bitch I’m still positive
Ride alright until the end

Hustler hustling, jogging, jogging
Working, working, moving, moving
Soulja, Agoff, Soulja, Ocean
Hustling, moving, jogging, jogging

I came with the master plan
Forty records I understand
Young Soulja Boy
Goddamn man I’m busy man
Been a fan
Yeah I know you like this
Yeah I know I’m high stoke
Try to get like us
It don’t even matter
I be posted up
By the lake hallows
Still penetrate
Don’t make me demonstrate
Goddamn I been on this … kinky
Goddamn I been on the trade
Where you lay
Goddamn its Agoff
Go ahead and take off
Don’t want a nigger to cook
The play saw
Goddamn the play saw
Just like a horse shoe
I’m on you
Young Soulja Boy came out
Just like forty two
Goddamn I’m thirty three
Goddamn I’m twenty one
Riding round with fifty
On my neck
List a golden one
Holler, holler
Pimp pop his collar
Bitch on the strove
Rigging word
I get dollar
Moving, working, Agoff, Agoff
Soulja, Soulja
Go ahead and take off
No instruments, no instruments
Look kiss is filthy rich
Soulja Boy got fifty bricks
No instruments