Yea Yea lyrics

[Intro:]
Aye
These b*tch ass n*ggas callin my phone
n*gga I'm getting money n*gga
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]
pus*y ass n*gga 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 n*gga and ima get mine
If a n*gga diss me, ima diss him back
If a n*gga shoot at me, ima kill that b*tch
I be flexing so hard ima kill this sh*t
Soulja got the juice you can't feel this sh*t
Real ass n*gga got Gucci on my face
I would never give a f*ck 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
b*tch I drink straight
All about my cake
n*gga real as hell cause these other n*ggas 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 n*ggas don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll n*ggas don't want no beef (hah)
Soulja Boy tell em, n*gga keep a 30
I be ridin through the hood on Kobe Bryant's jersey (yea yea)
Ya'll n*ggas don't want no beef (yea yea)
Ya'll n*ggas 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 f*ckin soul to heaven (drip)
Flexin through the hood, whip out 30 mack11's
Call my pyrule n*ggas, on bloods we gon get em
Flexin through my hood and you know I got the recipe
Soulja Boy tell em, b*tch my earrings cost a quarter key
SBZ, I'm in the kicthen, I ain't cookin bricks
Water whip the Bentley and my sh*t sittin on 26
Ice kill, codeine, lean, I'm flexin, you see me n*gga
Break the bake with 50K, Soulja Boy I make a movie
Goddamn, why you pull up with mo clips in that uzzi
n*gga try to sue me cause I'm flexin n*gga gloomy
I just get so much money, n*gga think they talk to Dre
I be flexin so many n*ggas, every day I get cake
I got a million dollars n*gga, I'll put it in yo face
Swear to God on my soul, I know these pus*y n*ggas fake (let's go)
[Hook]