(Chorus x2)
Just another day
Money to made
Got my hataz blockaz for them haters that gon hate
I don't give middle fuck middle finger as I ride they gone hate me until me

I kno you hate me
Tell em keep hatin

Counting money rubberbands all on the floor
Its hot as fuck so I'm sippin on the H20
Windows down with no sound so I cruise mute
New 300 throwing money out the sun roof
I'm in my car like star got the windows tinted
People walking by thinking who the fuck is in it
When haters talk they always bring my name up
Tell yo favorite rapper's ghost writer to step his game up

(Chorus 2x)

Soulja boy concert more packed than the georgia dome
I need a another Million get Collipark on the phone
I'm ahead of the game like the world flipped
Gucci boxers on my dick like yo girl lips
A diss song aimed at me will get yo girl killed
My album certified platinum when it world shipped
Soulja boy coming wit hits do u not see the pattern
If he's better than me, I can breathe on saturn
(Chorus 2x)

I go so hard like an erection
Bulletproof vest but its no for protection
Soulja boy for president fuck the election
I kno what I said don't make no corrections
Make your selection. The 1st is impression
Ya girl on knees but she not getting blessings
I'm givin u lessons on how I detect it
N***as already hating and I just checked in

(Beat Plays Out)