I'm riding in a Gotti, I'm riding in a Rrari
All these n***as in a party, in a party
Pull up to the club in a Rrari, in a Rrari
In the club off a Gotti, off a Gotti
She bad and she t**ng like Miley
Turn up
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
Pull up to the club in a Rrari, in a Rrari
Pull up at the club in a Gotti
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
Miley, Miley, Miley
Pull up to the club in a Rrari
Pull up to the club in a Gotti
She t**ng like Miley, I'm just stepping in the party
Yellow diamonds shorty, pulling up in that Aston Martin
Ferrari, Ferrari, Bugatti, I would never say that I'm sorry
I would never say that I'm sorry 'cause she is t**ng like Miley
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like sorry
She drop it, she drop it, she pocket
She' she dropping, she t**ng, won't stop it
I love it, I love it, I love it
She t**ng like Miley in public
She licking, I love it, she does it
Yes, I love it the way that she does it
She t**ng like Miley, I step in the party
I pull in the Gotti, I'm all a Ferrari
I step in the party, I do not say sorry
That's that Miley, followed by Rrari
Soulja Boy tell 'em I'm friend of the party
I'm starting the party, one of them says that she wanted a party
My mind on Miley, she t**ng like Miley
Oh my God, darling
Pull up in the club in a Rrari, in a Rarri
Leaving out the club in a Gotti, a Gotti
Soulja Boy still in a party
Oh my God, she t**ng like Miley
Turn up
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
Turn up
Pull up in the club in a Rrari, in a Rarri
Roll out the club in a Gotti
Twerking like Miley
You know I don't say sorry
And she keep t**ng like Miley
I'm rolling up in Ferraris and I'm driving in Aston Martins
I'm living in mansions and condos
While she t**ng in our apartments
I'm living in mansions and condos
While she t**ng in our apartments
She t**ng like her name is Miley
I'm loving the way that she winding
She t**ng and drop all the time
She running, she all in my mind
I'm running these plans and I'm throwing no games
And I'm throwing ' signs
I'm running, I'm planning, I'm taking these trains
And I'm throwing money like gang signs
She t**ng it like Miley Cyrus
I'm like baby, I need to try this
I'm smoking on kush, get the highest
We hop on my jet and start flying
She licking my pants, she must be a fan
I'm like baby, I am no stylist
Hop up on this dick, get to riding
Soulja Boy, tell 'em I'm styling
Pull up to the club in a Rrari
Pull up other club in a Gotti, in a Gotti
Soulja Boy still in a party, in a party
Oh my God, she t**ng like Miley
Turn up
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
Oh my God, she t**ng like Miley
She t**ng like Miley, she t**ng like Miley
Oh my God, my God, she t**ng like Miley
Miley, Miley
Twerking it, she t**ng it
She t**ng it, she t**ng it
Twerking like Miley