Artist: Soulja Boy Album: 50/13 (Mixtape) Song: SODMG Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Soulja Boy over all our ball hard after all Goddamn you Little Dre, my tie shine like Omaha Fuck what you talking about? Now made that pills that come up off Word around town Twenty two in a fucking drought Little Dre chain me Instead of whipping Nigga you ain't daisy Not Smith & Western Cutthroat niggas all about their dollar bill Getting money I could kill this That's how the fuck you feel? Rap through my hood feeling... Real shit Little Dre I'm loaded low Can maybe we draw Call the plot Twenty K don't foul law Two hundred beans We going up Now everybody asking What the motive Nigga know it We don't smoking My young niggas control it Yeah we rolling These niggas are some horse shit My niggas know some more shit My niggas gone on more cliffs Everybody asking what the problem Everybody know I'm fucking balling or gobbling Everybody know that I'm a motherfucking roller Fuck what you talking Got a chip on whose shoulder Eat that motherfucker come I'm savage and I'm hungry Nigga looking in my plate Nigga what? You want it? Fuck nigga What the fuck you niggas talking about? I'm talking money by the large amount Cash up nigga, SODMG bitch I know you see a tat there on my sleeve bitch Gets your white girl showing cleavage What you talking about? These niggas want to beat us They can't I'm too original I'm too official talk to clips like Little Fifty My niggas can't miss the epidemic Ocean Gang we fucking winning Niggas know we fucking swimming Splash up like it's nothing Niggas asking why we getting too much money Soulja Boy the movie Bitches on that Money coming in Go rolling Time to come flexing Fuck what you heard man I swerve in a Lex Baby momma takes Goddamn gorgeous Hopping at the frontal Rubs like Wheel of Fortune All so important Came out the water Soulja Boy swaging Now baby place his order Money roll jizz Like California Cashed up I'm on it Money gang, yeah we won it We're a mile up on it All up on it