Soulja Boy - Think About It lyrics
[Soulja Boy - Think About It lyrics]
Yuh (Oh) , baby think about it
Pull up in a Lambo, I ain't flexin'
Baby think about it
I am really gettin' money when
I think about it you know that I'm the man
When you think about it
Yuh (Yuh) , yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (yuh) , yuh (yuh) , yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh)
Girl you so bad when we hit the scene
Hunna' K cash in my Amiri jeans
I really like when you rock that new CELINE
I'm walkin' in the club
I got them racks on me
Racks in my pocket, I stepped on the scene
Pull up Bugatti, I'm skrtin' with the team
Super-star status, got racks in my jeans
Baby with me, how you feelin' on jeans
Hittin' location, just me and my team
Windin' up partyin', a whole lotta teens
Double when we hit the scene
Paparazzi flashin' when we hit the scene
Had to drip you down in that Louis V
Skrtin' in Bugatti when we hit up the scene
Yuh, baby think about it
Pull up in a Lambo, I ain't flexin'
Baby think about it
I am really gettin' money when
I think about it you know that I'm the man
When you think about it
Yuh (Yuh) , yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (yuh) , yuh (yuh) , yuh (Yuh) , yuh (Yuh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, racks on me
I on the score
Rocks on me, I got racks galore
Racks on me when I step to the door
Yuh, yuh, yuh, everybody know
That I'm trendin', yuh
Racks on me, I need spendin', yuh
Jumped out the new ferarri
Yuh, that ferrari, yuh
I'm the life of the party, yuh
Walked in, yuh
Runnin' round town all retarded, yuh
Bad lil bitch, she a baddie, yuh
Bad lil baddie out her, yuh
Bad lil baddie at the grammies
Take the jet to Miami-ami-ami, yuh