[Intro]
Broke ass n***a
Broke bitch
Listen up, I'll buy your ass little n***a
Bitch n***a in the building

[Verse 1]
That's a quarter pound right there and he ain't even know it
It's Soulja Boy, the rich kid, you even know ain't even know it
That n***a Soulja, that me, you ain't even know it
Go to jail for shit that I did, you ain't even know it
AK, n***a, on deck, bitch, I don't blow it
I'm riding 'round, foreign cars, you ain't even know it
I'm fucking like porno stars and you ain't even know it
My car autostart, you ain't even know it
Your boss ain't got no heart, you ain't even know it
I walked in and I blow it
100K on the floor
Soulja Boy up at front row
Boy, I got does sipping on Moet
These pussy n***as don't want it
I'm riding 'round with a warrant
I'm smoking on this Kush
And it came straight from California
Your plug, he just got robbed last week, he ain't even know it
Don't fit the bricks, he hit fifty licks in my spot
I'm riding 'round with that Glock
H.O.T. 'cause I'm hot
20 pistols, my spot
Middle finger to the opps
Middle finger to the cops
I got blocks
I got brick bombs and not
Soulja Boy keep a Glock, for them cops
I'm watching out 'cause shit hot
Riding past my spot
Got cameras all in the corner
I'm riding 'round with marijuana
These bitches fake, they know it
Riding around 'bout four
Pussy n***a talk down on SOD squad
N***a, we gon' blow it
Chopper on the back seat, n***a, but you ain't even know it
Run up on Lil Dre, then I'ma motherfucking free throw it
Shoot!
[Hook]
This thousand dollar pack of lean and you ain't even know it
Every day it's a movie scene, you ain't even know it
This kush straight Cali green, you ain't even know it
I turnt up on the scene, you ain't even know it
Keep a fully loaded magazine, he ain't even know it
Ride 'round, stretch limousines, you ain't even know it
Overseas, up in Japan, he ain't even know it
I got bricks off the kickstand, you ain't even know it

[Verse 2]
I'm riding 'round with that beef and you ain't even know it
A.K. on the front seat, you ain't even know it
Got the 9 under my shirt, I ain't even show it
N***a ran up on me, yeah I had to blow it
6 ties, you know it
Pop a n***a like "hold it"
Ridin' around 'bout four
Got them bricks for the shallow
From zone one to zone four
East side to the low
Riding 'round with your hoe
N***as know what's up with Lil Dra'
Talking shit, Imma spray
Fuck up out my way
Pretty boy swag, gangster whip with three bricks in the tray
Soulja Boy get high
Every night and every day
Them n***as, yeah, they mad
I can see the look on they face
These n***as mad that we get paper
Pull up, sippin' lean, no chaser
Lil Dre give a fuck about a hater, I'm getting paper
My crib got an elevator
I'm flexing hard on you haters
Nah, you ain't even know it
Nah, you ain't even know it
[Outro]
It's a thousand dollar pack of lean, you ain't even know it
My A.K. magazine, you ain't even know it
Got hollow tips in my clip, you ain't even know it
You try me, let it rip, you ain't even know it
We turnt up in the club, you ain't even know it
You had money in your pocket, you ain't even throw it
See, Soulja Boy gon' blow, you ain't even know it
I'm riding 'round 'bout four, you ain't even know it
Turn up, turn up
I done killed your beat, you ain't even know it
Got Jordans on my feet, you ain't even know it
Get 100K for a beat, you ain't even know it
Got a 9 under my seat, he ain't...
Turn up, turn up, turn up
N***a, R.I.P
Every day I be deep, Rich Gang
I get money while a n***a sleep, that's O.D
Soulja Boy gonna toke the heat