Soulja Boy - That Theme lyrics

Shout out to my n***a Project Pat Shout out to my n***a D. Flores SODMG Wut? Juice II Big South Juice II n***a Pull up, flexin' on n***as I push bu*ton on my dizzy dash convert we get fitters Drop the top on the brand new foreign, that's what we do With me and Bunks one week off tourin' I thought you knew, Soulja Boy, tell 'em about the revenue Cash and company comin' We rubber bands money bounce like elastic Tell 'em that we getting this cash in, it ain't nothin' you n***a All you f**ing new n***as is just f**in' new n***as Lil Dre f** on you n***as, pull up – drop a band I put leanin' on purple and eastern pink hit stand Like damn, bands on top of bands, this what we do Stacks on deck Boy, stacks on deck Gang, stacks on deck Mane, stacks on deck entertainment, frame it Pull up in the drop top with your girl getting brain Lamborghini, flip the colors on it Switchin' black, ridin' black, flip the colors on it Gold watch, gold ring, gold chain too Tattoos out the frame on that dude Juice II, Juice Dos Juice uno, juice dos Juice west coast I done pull up Everybody know what's happenin' with the k** Getting trappin' with the k** It's so sad, CEO fantastic Can't have it Number 1, we gotta have it Oh my God, oh my God swag Number 1 we gotta have it Swag swag Dre Dre Number 1 we gotta have it Working out the pound, n***a hold it down Sour on my mind Now my chopper hold a hundred rounds Ridin' through my town like damn I'm the f**in' man Caught a million grounds up in bounds I'm the f**in' man Pullin' up like yes I am Handkerchief in hand, Gucci bandana And my hands on all my car Got me feelin' like I'm on the spaceship, a superstar Young n***a cashin' all this money in this fashion I pull up in his a** and drop top with a yella bone Pull up in the VIP they like what is going on Make it rain on everybody, I'm talkin' every one Then we throw 100's then 50's, 20's and anyone's Lil Dre in the in the club, going crazy 55 racks later, going crazy Gold ace of spades, bottle got me feeling hazy I'm a screw up and I'll just pop me a pill Came through the club but you know that's what it is Juice II in the atmosphere, that's what it is My n***as go so hard, my n***a we do that every year Smokin' on this kush got the kush off in the air Put it in the air, we the n***as in the building Any n***a hatin' talkin' down we gon k** them Battle fay, drill 'em Tell them weird all n***as West side n***as, we swag on n***as Put tags on b**hes, draw jazz and we n***as f** with my n***as and we leave you in the ditches Leave you full of stitches, you could get your head shook Pull up, take a picture Young rich n***a Young rich n***a Pull up, take a picture Young rich n***a Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take my picture Cause I'm flexin' on n***as Pull up, take my picture Cause I'm flexin' Girls girls girls Girls all over the world Stacks on deck gang Stacks on deck gang Turn up What? What? What? Get booked n***a 500 k in my robbin' jeans Goddamn Dre you didn't pull up in a limousine Goddamn I got cliffs and some f**in' methazine n***a talkin' down but that's blasphemy, don't blast for me Young Dre up in this thing, it could be achin' So my money on my arm and my necklace Pull up to the club, you ain't on the guest list I'm flexin' since I'm flexin' VIP! Juice Turn up