Soulja Boy

[fox69]

"That Theme"

"That Theme"



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'm a 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
Cause I'm flexin' on niggas
Pull up, take my picture
Cause 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

 

[fox69]

"That's My Nigga"

"That's My Nigga"


Gold on deck bitch
Watch yo muthfucka mouth wen yu tlk to a muthfucka king
I step in d muthfucka club
Everybody lookin at me nigga
Yu already know wat time it is bitch
Dats my nigga
Hell yeah dats my nigga
wats up load up nigga racks up nigga
Beast up power up bitch I see you

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga

[Verse 1:]
Dats my nigga
Damn dats my nigga
Runnin in d paperchase
We gettin to d figures
We fuck d hoes
Big bank rolls
Stupis big bank rolls
Brand new jewerly
Brand new clothes
Aww
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Ridin through our city
Fuckin hella bitches
Sunny on deck and we still diggin ditches
We beefin fuck a peach treaty
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Wen I'm gettin tired told dat nigga to count dem figures
Different missions loaded
We gon run it on d duo we gon hit it fo d 2 fo
Hit dat bitch and wat is new tho

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga

[Verse 2:]
Dats my nigga
Ridin through the city
100 K in a duffle bag
Who fuckin with me
Dats my nigga
We runnin through these hoes
On d basketball court we gon through d score
Da whole thang
We jumpin out the gym
That's my nigga
God damn we gettin it in
Backpack full wit nun but racks
Benjamin I'm in love wit dat
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
100 K I told dat boy to count dem figures
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
If dey disrespect yu best believe he gon pull dat trigga

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Aww dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Damn dats my nigga

[Verse 3:]
If we get pulled over we aint snitchin
If we in d drought he aint bitchin
If we in dat beef he aint switchin
Dats my nigga God damn we bout to count to dese billions
To d grave
Until I'm gone
If I'm a king
We on d throne
I'm racked up
Kush in my cologne
If I hit the jewelry store he hit the jewerly store
If I hit the liquor store he hit the liquor store
If I kicked dat doe he down to kick a doe
Dats my nigga bet bout to blaze a blount
Dats my nigga I aint even got to stunt
Shouts to my niggas dat aint gettin it in
2012 we goin in
Gold on deck tell dem to dix dey face
I'm iced out
Don't catch dat case
Yea yea dats my nigga
If yu see yo nigga say dats my nigga
We turned up
Gold on deck money gang we smoked up

 

[fox69]

"The King"

"The King"



Soulja
Soulja Boy on the beat
Soulja! Turn up

All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
Walkin through the club, I'm the freshest ever seen
All the girls jock and they keep on watching me
Shout out to my team 'cause we on a shoppin spree
All this gold, I feel like I'm the king
All this gold, I feel like I'm the king
All this gold, I feel like I'm the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything

Shout out to my team, rockin all this gold
Ridin through the hood and I got the dope
Yea I got the bricks for the Shawty Lo
Go air you up, all leavin on my row
Gold on my neck, gold on my chain
Gold on my watch, gold on my rings
Ridin through the hood, yea I do my thing
Whole lot of cash, tryna make it rain

Gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything

All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the pharaoh
Ridin through the hood in that new Camaro
Hop up out that Phantom and my diamonds dancing
5 ounces on me, Scarface mansion
Rolex on my wrist flooded with the diamonds
Ridin through the hood and I'm still shinin
Medusa on my neck, gold everything
All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king

All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, I'm feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything
I'm feelin like the king
All this gold on me, feelin like the king
I'm feelin like the king
Shout out to my team, SOD over everything

 

[fox69]

"The Man"

"The Man"


[Hook:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I blow bands, I blow bands

[Verse 1:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, my whole team blow bands
Blow bands, yeah, blow bands
I'm the man, I'm the man, I be rolling off them Xan's (off the Xan's)
I be rolling off them Xan's, I'm the man

[Hook:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, blowing bands, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, go, go, go, I'm the man

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I cashed out this year (cash out)
The top on my car, it just disappeared (poof)
My engine sittin' in the rear (zoom)
If you ain't getting cash, fuck up outta here (go)
Young Soulja, this my year (what?)
Candy-paint the Range Rover and the [?]
Two chains got me feeling great
Hoppin' out the foreign whip to a new estate (damn)
My ring looking icy now
I'm hoppin' out the whip, they screamin Soulja on
Those bricks touch down, then they gone
If you need a verse nigga, hit me on my phone
They know that I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, blowing bands, blowing it like a fan
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm blowing kush, sippin' lean, rolling off them Xan's

[Hook:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, blowing bands, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Blowing bands, rolling off them Xan's
I'm the man, I'm the man (turn up)
I'm the man, I'm the man [x3]

[Verse 3:]
Red bottom walking, I'm the man (red bottom)
Up inside the versace store, a whole lotta bag
A whole lotta Gucci [?] on the tag (damn)
Nigga need rags, you can add it to my tab
Rolling off of poper and she on the lower tap
Hoppin' out the foreign, you know Soulja get cash
I splash, in my whip there's dizzy da dash [x2]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm blowing bands
Just like a copper
I'm in the club and my brother brought the chopper
I'm rolling off of bean, and a yopper
A yopper
I'm the man

 

[fox69]

"The Money Team"

"The Money Team"


[Hook:]
So pull up we ballin, we pull up in Porsches
I got lambos, got lambos and phantoms
Got Maybachs and Rolex, we pull up we stuntin,
No time is money, know that we stuntin
For my team, got zan with that lean
Now with that benz, movie scene
We pull up in Porsches, Maybachs and phantoms
Lambos and Rolex, till we get money

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
As I pull up on stuntin, S O D we get money, money
Money gang yeah we flexin, pull up on slow mo
You know I rock polo, louie V, you know is my team team
Get money S O D, turn up, yeah
Movie scene, shouts out shaoline
Got gass and that lean, I got lambos and beans
I got Lamborghini Maseratti, pull off the pain
Got you smoke the pain on purple, got me sippin on drink
I say pull up we stuntin, lovin the Porsches
Lambos and phantoms, maybachs and the Rolex
Money we pouring
No time is money

[Hook:]
For my team, zan with the lean
Got line with that bean, with that lean.
Should moving scene
You know that we stuntin
Time is money, ain't we [?]
We all get money

[Verse 2: Sean Kingston]
Time is money, SOD, march now, be the team
Bout the green, bout the dough,
Niggas talk chess killing with the flow
Off the top, on the top, I ain't got a call man I'm on the lot
I ain't on the club man on the spot
Your niggas talking but I'm getting guap
But I'm really 'bout money from Jamaica, that's yur girl but I might just take her
Serve a shot just like a waiter
House came with an elevator
Balin out, ballin out, bitch you know that I represent the south
Got a lot of money, got a lot of dough
Nigga talk chess, so I'm killing with the flow
Hey it's a freestyle, money going up, yes go now
Niggas talk chess so is going down
Got the chopper out, yes it's going down
Got the SOD, time is money, and we getting all this money
And we getting all this hundreds
Man try to show we get money
Man ain't nothing to a G now free stop this shit for free
Got a chopper and my niggas with me
Load it up yeah we're getting tipsy
How we're getting this money, how we're getting this dough?
We pull up them whips say what? We're taking they hoes

 

[fox69]

"The Vampire Gang"

"The Vampire Gang"


Soulja Soulja
Nigga
It's the Vamphire Gang

[Verse 1:]
You bitches hating on SOD I'll put tha pistols in yo mouth
Niggas talking all that shit I send my clip into your house
Bitch I'm bout to drop it all, bitch I'm in the fucking building
All these niggas hating on me, mane I'm bout to fucking kill them
SOD reppin click vampire gang that's who I'm with
Yellow diamond brighting on me got me stunting on a bitch
Everybody fucking know that you and yo click is a hoe
Soulja gang that be my name and bitch I'm bout to bring da pain

[Chorus:]
Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

[Verse 2:]
What you niggas know bout me, no really what you know bout me
You don't know shit bout me you don't know my history
Coming with the ak 4 7 man can liver handles
Nigga god bless this day quick god rescue that
To the perry mad example cause the vampire caught him sleeping
Now niggas tripping cause a nigga gone mane real talk
And you belong to me all my enemies r.I.p. I'm too deep of in these streets
And rest in peace I tote that heat I'm on da block it's so damn mine off in my hood
Mane ask about me in da streets my name is so good
Call me dre aka lil dre smoking on dat kush got tools it's so loudly
If it run it look like bush five on me boy you don't know me
So tell yo homie to calm down for we come down put that choppas sound
Automatic leave him dead in traffic boy I let him have it
Soulja b that be my fucking name and you know what the fuck I claim

[Chorus:]
Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang, Vampire Gang
Put the blood on my fangs

 

[fox69]

"There Go Soulja"

"There Go Soulja"


[Intro:]
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
Stacks on deck
West side! Hey, hey!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, there go Soulja, I'm getting money
Ha ha ha, ain't a damn thing funny
I'm in the truck, got that bitch down on me
A nigga try me, then you know that I blow it
Kill him, kill him!
And that pistol's what I'm told aye
I'm in that rolly and I'm rolling
I got that Bentley and I roll it
We did a show and I'm on it!
I'm getting high, that's a party
The Cush got me high to the next morning
Hey! I'm turnt up to the maximum
I drop my album in that shit, where the platinums?

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 2:]
I picked up a bad bitch, in my Rolly
I'm running on the block and I'm frozen
I got that coat like it's October
Niggas hating on the clique, but you know us
And ain't nothing to a soulija
I got this money in my pocket and I blow up
No husband on me since I blowed up
And I'm sipping on this lean until I throw up
Was happening on the cap?
Big cash, stacks on deck, bitch we trappin
Bow-bow! Right now, man I'm poppin
I caught my broksy up and he gonna bring the chopper!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 3:]
I can't lie, spent a lot on my Bentley
Two hundred fifty, come here with me
I'm flexing through the city
Got some true religion, Louis, Louis, Louis!
I'm fucking with this Louis shit!
I model up in Ninas with these special kicks
Niggas hating on my campaign
I'm getting money bitch you see me in a fast line
I'm gone
Man, you're hating, it ain't a doubt mane
I throw some money on my damn chain
I put some money on my down ring
I get so much money, like I'm selling cocaine!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I'll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I'm riding through the hood and I'm feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

 

[fox69]

"This Weed Loud"

"This Weed Loud"



This shit got me coughin but aye
Shit, we them niggas man

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, and I can't turn it down
I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it nah

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, man damn this weed loud
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down

I'm with my young nigga, I put him on that dope
Yea you hit the blunt and now that nigga float
We on the west coast from the south side
I'm from ATL, niggas get their mouth whipped
I be dead in the paint, blowing on that stank
I ain't scared to drop car smoke on that bank
I ain't scared to drive the car silp on that drain
What the fuck you talkin bout, I pull up on you

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
No I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
No I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down no

Damn this weed loud

Shout out to Wiz Khalifa, I'm smoking ball molly, yea I'm rollin off the reefer
I'm smoking on the kush, I'm smoking on the dope
Hold it in my chest, it ain't nothing but some smoke
I'm higher than the hope, breaking down Combs
I got Diamond OG and I stuffed it in the bong
I call my nigga Burner and he break some cookie crumbs
Is Soulja Boy told? You know I got that100 rounds drove

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
And I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
Man I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down, what?

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
No I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Smoking is my specialty, man you know I get high
Pull up to the weed shop, you know what's my supply
Pass me that diamond OG, we can blow a joint
Ridin on that, smoking on that kush, now call it doyce
Here's Lil Dre, I'm goin ham man, I need a choice
I like head bang and I like OG
I like OG that had me so fuckin high
My nigga told me to smoke up on that herb I
Rolled it up in a blunt and now I'm high as hell
I love smoking swisha sweets, you can't fuckin tell
Man my milk went black, all that damn dope
I smoke and get high, watching down your throat

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
Man I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Damn this weed loud, damn this weed loud
Man and I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down
Man I can't turn it down, I can't turn it down man

Young & Flexin, shout out to my nigga KP
Known to my Datpiff, known to my
Shout out to all my niggas that get high
Shout out to my nigga Curtis and my nigga Spittle

 

[fox69]

"Thug Story"

"Thug Story"



Yo yea
Yo yo
Yo yea
Soulja
I don’t need pussy ass niggas man
This that motherfuckin Young & Flexin man
Fuck all these pussy ass niggas hatin on the motherfuckin Soulja
I ain’t got no time to play with you bitch ass niggas man
Yo

These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it)
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it no
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it)
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it

So I’m ridin round with that 30 clip, I’mma let a nigga have it
I’m swayvin, back to back in fuckin traffic
Traffic with my niggas, we gon blow this kush
I’m a young drug nigga, I don’t know this shit
Don’t know shit, but icy
I post up in my YT, I’m swagged out like Nike
A young nigga on south beach
With a bad bitch, with some liquor
And some lean and some pistol
I post up, it’s a million
A million and a mill too
We run through that, got the stacks, burst through that
Cash up, caked that
You fuck me’s you fake that
Real nigga – take that
Hit the block, break that
Get a plate, scrape that
On the block, make that

Bitches say that I’m sexy, that boy Soulja
The hottest and best rapper, bitch I thought I told ya
Follow me to the Philippines
Better be a fucking king
Not sure of these fake niggas, Soulja Boy, I’m so supreme
Modicom that fool with that fuckin full
Drop on my album, December 13th I’m in that ho
Sold out this show, bout to roll up, ain’t trippin
Bout to roll up, ain’t slippin
Come with my Smith & Wesson
Suck with a real nigga, my music go so hard
I’m so true to this, I’m new to this
We new to this and we nuisance bitch
Let’s go, coming out the block hard scopes
My nigga’s in this bitch
For real, I’m talkin hard bull
Take my trip to London and I’m steady bunkin
You ain’t made a million nigga, I’m disappointed (nigga)
Soulja Boy – I flex, tear these grams with hella plix
Niggas talkin what they want, I take their girl and give em sex
Bruh, why you ain’t fuckin with the Soulja?
Bruh, why ya ain’t voting like I told ya?
Name brand, snap back
Nigga, give me my swag back
Grindin through the hood, I get a dope VSL

Ridin through my hood, everything YSL
Niggas say they rich as Soulja Boy, I can’t tell
Drop top Bentley, 20-50 SS hell
Fast on that highway, goin in fast as hell

It’s a legendary moment
I’m shittin on my opponent
Got bottles in that bitch, I got money in this bitch
And you know I’m with this shit
You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit
You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit
Fuck with my clique, you wanna lick my dick
I ain’t stop for real, my niggas in this bitch
Whoa, whoa

 

[fox69]

"Time Is Money"

"Time Is Money"


That nigga too dizzy
Every second goes in his cage
They say time is money
So I'm still sweat

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money

I'm on a schedule
I am ahead of you
Shut up my niggaz we stackin' a million
Deals come in, we kill
Stackin' that money, tryin' to make the big break
Pull up to the block and I pour 8
Everybody knows we're getting the cake
Hustle, work, trap
Thrill, lot of dance
Money filled, cash, pistol
Hanging on my hip
Damn, that btich read me while I'm on the script

Every second goes biting on his cage
They say time is money so I'm still sweat

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money

I'm sending that coke with no colour
There's nothing to move
You're kissin' that bitch
We're smashin' and passin' the money
He pulls up extra-money
Time is money
I walk in a club with a gun
Momma said she wanna a room
I trust no bitch
[?] Your money is coming in
Nigga I'm rolling all of you

Every second goes biting on his cage
They say time is money so I'm still sweat

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money