I'm in the studio rolling a blunt
Yea
Soulja
I got gold on my neck and it's cool
It's cool, it's cool
I call my j**eler, get new j**els
New j**els, new j**els
And in the streets, they know it, I'm that dude
That dude, that dude
I hit the mall and I get new shoes
New shoes, new shoes
I said you know I'm flyer than the plane
Everybody in the hood know my name
I hit the block and I flip murk
On top, scoop skirt
I do work, I do numbers
And I trap, I swear that we buggin
Yea yea, we buggin, you n***as tweakin
On that Goofy sh** for no reason
Ain't no trees man, sippin lean man
And I'm high, feelin like I'm in a dream man
Rolex's on my wrist
And yo b**h is on my dick
I got gold on my neck and it's cool
It's cool, it's cool
I call my j**eler, get new j**els
New j**els, new j**els
And in the streets, they know it, I'm that dude
That dude, that dude
I hit the mall and I get new shoes
New shoes, new shoes
I said every day I be high
A million dollars on me, no lie
I rock that bottle of our supply
I'm French, these haters know why
I got kak and I got kick stand
You rappers sinking quick, just like some quick sand
I got them big bands, I got a lot of grams
You know that I'm the man
Spinning round in a circle like a ceiling fan
I got gold on my neck and it's cool
It's cool, it's cool
I call my j**eler, get new j**els
New j**els, new j**els
And in the streets, they know it, I'm that dude
That dude, that dude
I hit the mall and I get new shoes
New shoes, new shoes