Yea Yea Lyrics | Soulja Boy

[Intro:]
Aye
These bitch ass niggas callin my phone
Nigga I'm getting money nigga
Yea, that's right
Rich Gang, money & swag
That's right, that's right
That's right
That's right, that's right
Uh uh uh uh
Soulja Soulja Soulja

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Pussy ass nigga want beef with SB
Pull up to ya block 30 clips R.I.P
Rich gang Soulja Boy damn I be high
Middle finger to the sky
I could never tell a lie
Wake up in the morning and I'm high from the last day
Riding through my hood kush blunts in the ashtray
Soulja Boy Tell 'em get paid all the time
I get paid just to rhyme
I got money on my mind
When I close my eyes all I see is dollar signs
Ima rich ass nigga and ima get mine
If a nigga diss me, ima diss him back
If a nigga shoot at me, ima kill that bitch
I be flexing so hard ima kill this shit
Soulja got the juice you can't feel this shit
Real ass nigga got Gucci on my face
I would never give a fuck cause I stay catching cases
Riding through the hood I feel like I'm on probation
SBZ I should go play for the Lakers
Word around town Soulja Boy don't drink no chasers
Bitch I drink straight
All about my cake
Nigga real as hell cause these other niggas fake
Disrespect Dre i'll put ya body in a lake
Riding through the hood, and I'm sitting on 28's
Cake cake cake, I want that cake cake cake (yea yea)

[Hook:]
Word around town Soulja Boy keep a 30
Flexin through the hood, ridin on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll niggas don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll niggas don't want no beef (hah)
Soulja Boy tell em, nigga keep a 30
I be ridin through the hood on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll niggas don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll niggas don't want no beef (hah)

[Verse 2:]
Boy I swear to God I got a AK-47 (drip)
Shoot you in yo face, send yo fuckin soul to heaven (drip)
Flexin through the hood, whip out 30 mack11's
Call my pyrule niggas, on bloods we gon get em
Flexin through my hood and you know I got the recipe
Soulja Boy tell em, bitch my earrings cost a quarter key
SBZ, I'm in the kicthen, I ain't cookin bricks
Water whip the Bentley and my shit sittin on 26
Ice kill, codeine, lean, I'm flexin, you see me nigga
Break the bake with 50K, Soulja Boy I make a movie
Goddamn, why you pull up with mo clips in that uzzi
Nigga try to sue me cause I'm flexin nigga gloomy
I just get so much money, nigga think they talk to Dre
I be flexin so many niggas, every day I get cake
I got a million dollars nigga, I'll put it in yo face
Swear to God on my soul, I know these pussy niggas fake (let's go)

[Hook]