Ocean Gang lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Verse 1:]
b*tch ass n*ggas talking
Soulja boy gon' go and kill 'em
Real talk b*tch show me the millions
Money packing to the ceiling
Throw that sh*t above the building
Real talk I’m gonna get it
SOD we smoke that chronic
You b*tches rolling midgets
pus*y boys don’t want it cause I own it
Lamas want it, b*tch I’m standing in the …
And you know they’re not so brave
b*tch I’m standing in the A
And I post upon the block, a hundred million like a copper
… down my n*gga … 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 n*ggas know my name
You b*tches 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 n*gga know I’m pulling racks
Got money laid across the floor …
We count money … you talk sh*t, you get ill
With the whole club, it’s on me
That’s on him, the whole squad … we do it big, …
n*gga … shows all across the f*cking world
f*cking with that baby girl, wet like a S curl
Is bizy on top, everybody knows that
Pop your b*tch ass quick like a damn Prozac
Everybody know me, swag swag yeah od
I’ma keep on going ham
All n*ggas gonna hate me
Y’all n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 sh*t if you hate n*gga 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 b*tches no fun
Real talk I’m a prophet, money falling down the pocket
Louie Vuitton wallet43, god damn I’m high b*tch
God damn I’m in the c*ckpit, 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 … b*tch, 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 n*ggers that’s talking cash
All you see is motherf*cking 4 tanks of gas
Lambos, audisens, all of that sh*t
Pull up to the strip with them hoes on the di*k
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 b*tch with money in pocket b*tch
I feel like .. yeah I rock it b*tch
…self made, self paid
… b*tch we player, sod so greater
Out living all the haters
n*gga my bag against the wall with the pistol
And I’ma pop till they get the f*ck 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, b*tch
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