Soulja Boy - f** Around (buck) lyrics

Disrespecting me, b**h the boss man I'm having that Riding in that Ma**eratti and that sh** is jet black f** you n***as talking about that I've been getting cash hoe Hell my hitman coming and shoot you in the a**hole Pause no, h*mo b**h I'm with that mob sh** f** around, they cut your head off Hang it by your dick Never gave a f**, b**h I'm filthy rich And I'm connected with fifty bricks Throwing fifty clips to put your a** up in a ditch Real sh**, n***a f** you talking about? Please don't get up on my sh** list Wiping out, every n***a on my hitlist Soulja boy tell em, b**h I'm flexing no fitness f** what you heard Man my n***as been told that big sh** Master plan, yes I'm talking immaculate plans I'm talking on racks and bands f** these n***as talking about can't understand Understand, that we taking over twenty twelve bro f**ing n***as talking about Give city hell bro Run through my city and I'm feeling like a lix Man my n***as getting money And we never gave a sh** And, I didn't tell you this And I represent that sh** Man PB I'll flute Pretty Boy gang when I flew Man you already know It's them west side hitters Came in the club Man I'm looking like a ticket Young Dre, A.K.A. Get that cash off em Soulja tell them no problem goddamn that n***a offed him Off tell, off tell my b**h got them bags on Never gave a f** b**h I'm about to bring them bags on Lil Dre, A.K.A. Got the trap going crazy Tatted on my whole throat b**hes wanna be my lady Damn, I'm retro Goddamn these vendors Yah Young Jesus, and I ain't even finished Soulja boy tell em, I keep k**ing these rapp n***as Fifty thirteen I'm still up in the trap n***a Where am at post it Count it like a n***a Young n***a getting money Worth about a brick Young n***a came in Gold on my fist Gold on my dick b**h I'm that n***a Number one contender Came in swag And you see it in the middle Young Soulja tell him Goddamn that n***a gimmick Lil Dre for for real doe One hundred million Put that on the ten fold Put it in, racked up And they hit my phone And I hit one word and we 'bout to ride Ten shots, I'm a let it slide Got the same guns, that came from Best aah And I'm still in the building Racked up Shawty take your yellow ball is river Never gave a f** b**h I'm all about the dinero Pesos, cashed up with the real doe n***as on that f** sh** b**h I'm feeling so damn swagged up Standing on the TV screen And ain't got no bread bro And ain't got no ma** bro Ribbed in this f** n***a Soulja Boy tell em I'm a bust quicker f** around they're buck