[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
N***as mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
Oh I got these n***as mad
These n***as mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
I got these n***as mad, cause I got a bag

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Got these n***as mad
Cause I got a bag
Hoppin out the Porsh, True Religion swag
Hoppin out the Rari, let my Gucci sag
From my Gucci lense, down to my Gucci pants
Damb I got these n***as mad
Flexin in the club, with a fuckin bag
30 bottles poppin, cause I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack, that he never had
Got that n***a mad, and my bitches bad
And I'm blowin on this Kush, got my eyes red
Pullin up to the club, and we going in
I got that bag, ain't [?]
Ain't no tellin, cause we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and wreckless
N***as hating on me, cause I got that sack
Cause I got that bag, cause I got that swag
[?] yo we pop tags
Yo we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really shit, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD Money Gang, yeah we in this place
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
N***as mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
Oh I got these n***as mad
These n***as mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
I got these n***as mad, cause I got a bag

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Got these n***as mad, cause I got a bag
30 in my lap, n***a fight the strap
Pull up in that lax, all these back to backs
[?], get your ass jacked
Whip the fuckin dope, n***a fuck your crew
I got choppers n***a, fuck your fuckin goons
Born with no rules, pull up on your bitch
Told her hop inside this whip, suck my dick
FBG, SOD
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up, drinking Lean
Off a bean, and [?]
All I see is cash everytime I blink