Lyrics

[Soulja Boy] I'm a superstar bitch get your telescope All eyes on me like a microscope Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain't never seen I'm flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine And girl jumpin on my dick like a trampoline Each instrumental it's a different murder scene 19 living all my motherf-cking dreams I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans If you left the game they wouldn't miss him I kicked in the door f-cked up the whole system Couldn't explain how this shit feel I'm real important like a hundred dollar bill Everybody want me, yeah they want a piece of me Attack all you want man there ain't no defeatin' thee S.O.D terror yeah it's new era Boss money (?) shouts outs New Era Nigga I'm good for ya like a vitamin 250 G's just to make my tire spin SOD bitch my chain look like lightening Hoes at my party but we didn't invite the bitch [Tony Yayo - Chorus] Street manuscript, cocaine analyst King of the pyrex I whip it up and I hit a lick I whip the pyrex then I hit the lick I whip the pyrex then I hit a lick I am chef I can show you how to split a brick I whip it up then I hit a lick Rockerfella law, cut a lot a time I keep my head above water New York State of mind I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka The (?) and the fiends are flocking We got that Bobby and Whitney Throw you a price and you hit me I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy But don't miss me More money more power that's the motto That's why the US assassinated Pablo I read palms and the Bible They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to Designers drugs, designers clothes, my whole neck froze We Steve Nash hoes S.O.D G-Unit we G'd up Move 10 bricks now it's time to re-up I move around with the Nina With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina New York State of Mind like Billy Joel I Godfather the blunt the whole philly swoll All my cars are clean, the new and O(?) I'm fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk (thats my cousin) Bitches talking bout a nigga like Miss Info I'm in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough Me and Soulja riding round in the Lambo We getting money so we ain't cuffing no hoe [Chorus] [End]