Soulja Boy, Drake - Playball lyrics

Cash Money, fast money
Everyday I'm paper chasing
Tryna get the dollars
Gucci, Louis, Dolce Gabbana
Yes it's Young Money with SOD Money Gang
SOD Money Gang and it's time to play ball
Play ball yeah, it's time to play ball
Drizzy

Take yourself a picture when I'm
Standing at the mound
And I swear it's going down
I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of CJ Gibson
Man I'm faded off the brown
And I’m easily influenced by
The niggas I'm around see that Aston Martin
When I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated
I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who
Were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties
Grabbing money off the ground

Yeah, all hail Mr lyrical
Spades or the Opus, baby
What you got a feeling for?
I can show you new things
Have you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes - miwacles
Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one
In fact some say that I'm their favorite but
I ain't hearing none of that
I’m about my team, ho
Young Money running back
Cash Money superstar
Where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn

I just got a new deal, I ain't talking pickle
I'm outside the cell
While you rappers just sickle
Soulja Boy is Superman, the Hip-Hop hero
She sucking all over my body
Call her mosquito
The cheese is all on me, just like a Dorito
Disrespect and you'll get shot
Like a free throw
I go hard, never ever go soft
Always swag on, never ever swag off
Greatest rapper of the century
Got more bars than a fucking penitentiary
Ever since elementary
Blueberry kush, I call it Fruit Roll-Up
And when I wake up, I be baking like soda
My pockets fat like my jeans made by Oprah
In your house
On your sister wall is my poster
Fucking models
Doing shows just like I'm supposed to
My lifestyle extravagant, attitude arrogant

Cash Money, fast money
Everyday I'm paper chasing
Tryna get the dollars
Gucci, Louis, Dolce Gabbana
Yes it's Young Money with SOD Money Gang
SOD Money Gang and it's time to play ball
Play ball yeah, it's time to play ball