SodmgSoulja boyForeign!Sod, sod uhBlow a pack!
The streets talkin, my name buzzinMy team guapin, all into nothingWe getting money, yea we stackin cheeseSo homey let me free
I gotta sayI got a pack, got a packI gotta sayRunnin up a payI gotta say, yea I gotta sayI got a pack pack trunnin up a chick
Got a sack, yea I got a sackI got a pack, yea I got a packGot a sack, runnin up a chickI got a pack pack, runnin up my chick
Yea I got a sack, gucci backpackWalk up in the club with my swag back90K on bottles, goddamn soulja onAnd I'm sellin dope, stay off the flex full
Walkin in the club (wut?)You know what time it isPoppin hella bottles, all my niggas in this bitchYea we in this bitch, we ain't goin homePulled up, new lambo on chromeSoulja got the juice, birds in the coupeDouble cup my styrofoam, pouring up a dooFlexin on a foe, rollie on my wristMe and my niggas, yea we all richYea we all rich and we count them guapYea we count them racks, yea we count them stacksYea we count the guata, pour it in the backpackYea we count that guata, throw it in my duffle bag
Yea I got a sack, yea I got a packYea I got a sec, runnin up a checkYea I got a sack, yea I got a packYea I got a sec, runnin up my check
Yea I got a sack, yea I got a packYea I got a sec, runnin up a fuckin checkYea I got a sack, yea I got a packYea I got a sec, runnin up my check