Artist: Soulja Boy f/ Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti
Album:  ĄSouljaBoyTellem
Song:   Shoppin' Spree
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro]
Soulja Boy tell 'em
Ay, ay, ay, and your boy (Young Gun)
I got Yo Gotti in this motherfucker
I got Gucci Mane in this motherfucker

[Chorus]
Left ring ten hundred cash, neck piece thirty grand
Whip cost three hundred grand, damn I'm on a shoppin spree
Bracelet, twenty bags, rims cost me five grand
House cost five hundred cash, damn I'm on a shoppin spree

[Soulja Boy]
Ridin in a whip that don't release until 2010
Fifty thousand dollars spent, just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent, on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja Boy tell 'em a/k/a the assassin
Princess cuts, in my watch, like I threw some glass in
Damn, exclusive ish sent from China
If you lookin for me I'm probably in yo' girl's...
I'm lookin in the mirror tell me who's finer
Bought a Lamborghini didn't need a co-signer
Ay~! What I spit was just minor
Every cut served Soulja Boy's headliner
Damn; now tell me you don't feel this
Ay, you can't say I'm just one hit
Ay, are you .. are you serious?
I'm quick on track like +Fast and the Furious+

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
I'm on a shoppin spree {*4X*}
I'm on a shoppin spree, I'm on a shoppin spree

[Gucci Mane]
From a Cutlass to a Chevy, Chevy to a Lamborghini
You can't be me or see me unless you see me on TV
I'm shiny and greasy I wonder Stevie Wonder can see me
Necklace a jungle of VV, check my selectional pieces
Uhh, I got a stupid collection you see
Chain worth a milli you silly really a milli and twenty
Huh, man I pass out fifties and twenties
I pass out fifties and twenties I pass out hundreds & fifties
We make more money than chemists doctors and lawyers
The dentist chemist the doctors the lawyer money together
couldn't get'cha into a Garraro 160, drop, top 120
House like a million and three, do the truck sixty-three G's
Old schools a hundred a piece, that cost me seventy-five G's
Sixty-five actually but my rims cost me ten of them thangs
Gucci, Yo Gotti the king, Soulja done did it again
This is team 82 G's, that be worth 82 ki's

[Chorus] + [Interlude] with variations

[Yo Gotti]
Money ain't the option, let's give you a option
You go to your stash potnah an I'll come out my pockets
Two hundred hundreds, that like twenty grand
Jus enough for me to buy my bride a new band
I'm like Soulja Boy tell 'em, they think that I'm playin
Or come down hurr to Tennessee and see that I'm the man
Ain't talkin 'bout no rappin, I'm talkin bout that trappin
I'm talkin 'bout that brick I'll ram it straight up pistol package
Ring piece two thousand grand, neck piece four thousand grand
'Fin to cop a Chevy but instead I went and copped a Lamb'
Whoo! Took yo' {bitch} on a shoppin spree
Gucci dis, Prada that, I think that {hoe} in love with
Ain't got security, I keep lots of thugs with me
We call them goons, cause I rock lots of jewlery
Cocaine everything, who the {fuck} ain't feelin me?
Gun powder on the market, realest {nigga} in the streets

[Chorus] + [Interlude]