"Soulja" lyrics

Mhm
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, mhm
Yeah, yeah-yeah, uh-uh-uh
Yeah

Bitches love a Soulja (Soulja)
I've been in the studio with mud beats from soda (Soda)
Shit, my pockets filled up with different colors on me (Different colors)
.30 make you feel some, know I keep it on me (Keep it on me)
They seen I was getting rich, that's when bitches noticed

I hate being famous, but I love countin' cash (Cash)
Stack it like a sandwich and put it in a bag (Stack it)
Pull up with the same bitch, huh? That's my main bitch
Outside poppin' tags with the gang, we on the same shit
Fuck it, pour a motherfuckin' liter, spend time out with a eater (Eater)
Walk 'round with my fire shit, this SRT my Demon (Skrrt)
Strapped the motherfuckin' leaner, stack to the motherfuckin' ceilin' (Stack)
Bitch I'm blowin' my horn (Yeah, yeah), pullin' up in this two-seater (Skrrt, skrrt)
Poppin' rubber bands, smokin' hot, it's comin' in (In)
I used to pop them Xans', but I can't even pop again (Again)
Bought myself a gang, you think I ain't got no friends? (Friends)
The carpet look like sand when I went and copped them bands (Bands)
She said, "This your favorite song", she comin' home (Bitch)
My money long, she threw the phone (Phone)
My-my song, I put it on
You prolly know-

Bitches love a Soulja (Soulja)
I've been in the studio with mud beats from soda (Soda)
Shit, my pockets filled up with different colors on me (Different colors)
.30 make you feel some, know I keep it on me (Keep it on me)
They seen I was getting rich-
Bitches love a Soulja (Soulja)
I've been in the studio with mud beats from soda (Soda)
Shit, my pockets filled up with different colors on me (Different colors)
.30 make you feel some, know I keep it on me (Keep it on me)
They seen I was getting rich, that's when bitches noticed (They noticed)

Mhm
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, mhm
Yeah, yeah-yeah, uh-uh-uh