Soulja Boy - Chorus]
Cash Money, fast money
Everyday I'm paper chasing
Trying to get the dollars
Gucci Louie, Dolce Gabbana
Yes its Young money
We're SOD Money Gang
SOD money gang
It's time to play ball
Play ball, play ball
Play ball, play ball
Play ball, play ball
[Drake]
Take yourself a picture when Im standing at the mound
And I swear its going down, Im just reppin for my town
Off a cup of cj gibson, man Im faded off to Brown
Im easily influenced by the n***as Im around
See that aston martin when i start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground
[Drake]
Yeah, all hell mr lyrical
Spades of the opus baby
What you got a feeling for
I can show you new things
How you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes...miwacles!
Yeah ok they say that Im the one in fact
They say that im they favorite
But i ain't hearing none of that
I'm all about my team hoe, young money running back
Cash money superstar, where the fuck is stunna at?
Damn...
[Soulja Boy]
I just got a new deal
I ain't talking pickle
Im outside the cell
While you boys just sickle
Soulja boy and superman
The hip hop hero
She sucking all over my body, call her mosquito
The cheese is all on me, just like a dorrito
Disrespect and you'll get shot like a free throw
I go hard, never ever go soft
Always swag on, never ever swag off
Greatest rapper of the century
Got more bars than a fucking penitentiary
Every since elementary
Blueberry kush, I call it fruit roll up
And when I wake up I be baking like soda
My pockets fat like my jeans made by Oprah
In your house on your sisters wall is my poster
Fucking models, doing shows just like I supposed ta
My lifestyle extravagant, attitude arrogant

[Chorus]