Soulja Boy - Ocean Gang lyrics

Bitch ass niggas talking
Soulja boy gon' go and kill 'em
Real talk bitch show me the millions
Money packing to the ceiling
Throw that shit above the building
Real talk I’m gonna get it
SOD we smoke that chronic
You bitches rolling midgets
Pussy boys don’t want it cause I own it
Lamas want it, bitch I’m standing in the
And you know they’re not so brave
Bitch I’m standing in the A
And I post upon the block
A hundred million like a copper
… down my nigga … falling down my pocket
It’s the hundreds and the cash
I’m post upon the block
200 hundred cash in bags I
Put the stash I rash
I go ham on cash you niggas know my name
You bitches know it’s not a game


Real talk I flame them hoes, the same old
Gucci purple yellow mangos gold
Like LL with kangols
Swag out the ass I pass by the dash
Say 240 look at the performance
Lil Dre gon' go ham, the door slam
No nigga know I’m pulling racks
Got money laid across the floor
We count money … you talk shit, you get ill
With the whole club, it’s on me
That’s on him, the whole squad
… we do it big,
Nigga … shows all across the fucking world
Fucking with that baby girl
Wet like a S curl
Is bizy on top, everybody knows that
Pop your bitch ass quick like a damn Prozac
Everybody know me, swag swag yeah od
I’ma keep on going ham
All niggas gonna hate me
Y’all niggas gon' face me
No one can replace me
Soulja Boy, I’m on top
I smoke purple and go crazy
… real talk I’m on 2, real talk I’m on 3
Aka a … bag, I … zone 3 and zone 1 zone 6 we
Talk bricks you toast this
We talk loose hit a nigga
With the whole thang
I go bang, I will swang, out the front
All bumping, out the frame
Shouts out to Memphis, shouts out to zone 1
Shouts out to … we own now
Lil Dre I’m so proud rolling that damn loud
I blow them damn Os, she take off her clothes
I am the shit if you hate nigga face it
Yellow diamond watch, earring
And the bracelet
God damn I’m so gone I feel like I’m so high
Post up above the clouds like
I am a satellite god damn we’re on the night
In the club, VIP, so icy, the … like god damn
Should have called a driver
Supply the lean, supply the purp
Supply the king
I’m a thing for Louie Vuitton
God damn, man I'm don, rep hard from zone one
…stupid bitches no fun
Real talk I’m a prophet
Money falling down the pocket
Louie Vuitton wallet43
God damn I’m high bitch
God damn I’m in the cockpit
On a g5 and the damn clouds
God damn I’m all loud, lil drey so proud
… god damn we her bro, real talk we’re on us
We’re everywhere you wanna be but
You can’t have that
Get back you … bitch, sod be savage
Hit your ass with the whole club
Pull up on the whole
All you see is … inside of cars
All you see is cash, all you see is swag
All you see is Louis Vuitton and limited bags
All you see is real ass
Niggers that’s talking cash
All you see is motherfucking 4 tanks of gas
Lambos, audisens, all of that shit
Pull up to the strip with
Them hoes on the dick they saying damn drey
You didn’t blew up like a hoe
I feel like a real pimp when
I’m talking to a hoe
I feel like hundred bricks
I feel like a hundred lips
I feel like a player and
A mayor took a hundred
I feel like a prophet bitch
With money in pocket bitch
I feel like yeah I rock it bitch
…self made, self paid
… bitch we player, sod so greater
Out living all the haters
Nigga my bag against the wall with the pistol
And I’ma pop till they get
The fuck out my way
And I pop, I got this red game love
And the combination swag
Type it in, d9, exes on the pad, ah
You though it was over
I’m high and that’s over
I swag from January to October to December
Can you remember when I was
Ice style with the
So you could … on me, bitch