Soulja Boy - Do It Big lyrics
[Soulja Boy - Do It Big lyrics]
Soulja, 2010 turn me up soulja Boy TellEm
SOD money gang mane i do it B-IG mane!
Man I do it big! From the cars to
The clothes to the crib
Man I do it big! Fifty million
A hundred million's how I live
Man I do it big! get it in
Man I do it B-IG, big, B-IG, big
All I do is stunt, eatin rappers up for lunch
I got a million albums sold, congratulations
Well done soulja's heatin like a drum
And I made the club go dumb
It don't matter where you from
Long as you stay stuntin
I press a button in my Coupe
And watch the car transform
I turn the haters on you
Blast my speakers 'til they learn
I spit flames on the mic fryin
You bound to get burned
After I finish stuntin then you
Know it's Mini-Me turn
SOD, is the label, on 50 rich the fable
Tryin to stunt like me
But I know that you ain't able
From internets and cable
From my hood to Asia
I hit the stunt button now
Watch me count my paper
I cain't, hear a hater, I cain't
Be one either rubbin ice on my ice cause
My chain got a fever
Stunt like Evel Knievel, Beanie hat no Sigel
Good over evil, I pull off in a Regal
My style is so different, my flow is prolific
Girls on my tip cause I'm a pro at business
And I don't be limpin
I ain't never been shot
But, I will shoot any rapper who
Come try to take my spot
My buzz is so hot, I got the internet locked
Ask them wannabe goons who tried
To run inside my spot
I hit the stunt button and
All of that stopped
In my whip hittin donuts for
Them hungry ass cops
Is that all that you got?
Man my chain is enormous
Shittin on the beat
Like the beat is a toilet
I see they tried to ignore it
But they gotta face it
A million dollars cash bitch I
Spent that on my bracelet
SOD money gang mane i do it B-IG mane!
Man I do it big! From the cars to
The clothes to the crib
Man I do it big! Fifty million
A hundred million's how I live
Man I do it big! get it in
Man I do it B-IG, big, B-IG, big
All I do is stunt, eatin rappers up for lunch
I got a million albums sold, congratulations
Well done soulja's heatin like a drum
And I made the club go dumb
It don't matter where you from
Long as you stay stuntin
I press a button in my Coupe
And watch the car transform
I turn the haters on you
Blast my speakers 'til they learn
I spit flames on the mic fryin
You bound to get burned
After I finish stuntin then you
Know it's Mini-Me turn
SOD, is the label, on 50 rich the fable
Tryin to stunt like me
But I know that you ain't able
From internets and cable
From my hood to Asia
I hit the stunt button now
Watch me count my paper
I cain't, hear a hater, I cain't
Be one either rubbin ice on my ice cause
My chain got a fever
Stunt like Evel Knievel, Beanie hat no Sigel
Good over evil, I pull off in a Regal
My style is so different, my flow is prolific
Girls on my tip cause I'm a pro at business
And I don't be limpin
I ain't never been shot
But, I will shoot any rapper who
Come try to take my spot
My buzz is so hot, I got the internet locked
Ask them wannabe goons who tried
To run inside my spot
I hit the stunt button and
All of that stopped
In my whip hittin donuts for
Them hungry ass cops
Is that all that you got?
Man my chain is enormous
Shittin on the beat
Like the beat is a toilet
I see they tried to ignore it
But they gotta face it
A million dollars cash bitch I
Spent that on my bracelet