Phone Call - Soulja Boy

I got a hundred K on my left wrist, I got a fifty K on my right

I got a whole lot of kush in this bitch, I’m 'bout to make me some dirty Sprite

And if a nigga try to fuckin' rob me, then nigga gon' die tonight

Call all my fucking niggas up and tell them, «It's time to ride»

See, Zaytoven, that’s my nigga, I’ve been fucking him forever

Pull up on the block, like I’m Floyd Mayweather

100K up on my watch, all these shots in my Glock

If a nigga diss me, I’ma blow his fucking top

SODMG man, I put that on the map

You catch me in that white Ferrari, and I’m riding with the strap

You catch me in that red Bentley, and I’m swerving off the map

You catch me in my bitch whip, she got a Jag' that’s matte black

Bitch, I’m Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, and you know I’m getting guap

Bitch a Panamera, I catch a fucking block

It ain’t nothing to lil' Soulja, 'cause I do this shit a lot

Shout out to my boys, they been holding down my spot

A hundred K in the summer, ayy

Three hundred bands in a hummer, ayy

Niggas hating on me, that’s everyday

But I get money, I get money, ayy

You already know, turn up

Y’all already know what time it is, man

Shout-out to Zay, smokin' quarter pounds just the other day

Tell a fuck nigga, «Get out my way»

(Woah) It’s King Drak'

I got a MAC-y and an (FK)

Haha (Haha)

Pull up on you nigga, you already know (You already know)

Soulja

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