Shopping Spree

[Chorus: Soulja Boy] Left ring 10 hundred cash Neck piece 30 grand Whip cost 300 grand God damn I'm on a shopping spree Bracelet 20 bags Rims cost me 5 grand House cost 500 cash God damn I'm on a shopping spree [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Lying in a whip that don't release until 2010 50 thousand dollars spent just to make my rims spin Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in Soulja boy tell em a.k.a the assassin Prises cuts in my watch like I threw sum glass in Damn exclusive shit sent from china If you looking for me I'm probably in yo girls vagina I'm looking in the mirror tell me who's finer Bought a Lamborghini didn't need to cosigner Hey what I spit is just minor Every cut served soulja boys headliner Damn now tell me you don't feel this Hey you can't say I'm just one hit Hey are you bitch niggas serious I'm quick on track like fast and the furious [Chorus: Soulja Boy] I'm on a shopping spree [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Chevy to a Chevy Chevy to a Lamborghini You can't be me or see me unless you see me on t.v Shine and greezy I wonder Stevie Wonder can see me Necklace a jungle of greed just check my selectional pieces I got a stupid collection you see Chain worth a millie you sill wille a millie and 20 Uh man I pass out 50s an 20s I pass out 50s an 20s I pass out 100s and 50s We make more money than chemist, doctors, the lawyers, the dentist Chemist the doctors the lawyers ye money together couldn't getcha 2 door Gurraro 160 Drop top 120 House worth a million and three dual trust 63 G's Old schools a hundred a piece That cost me 75 gs, 65 actually but my rims coast me ten of them things Gucci yo gotti the king Soulja done did it again This team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys [Chorus: Soulja Boy] Left ring 10 hundred cash Neck piece 30 grand Whip cost 300 grand God damn I'm on a shopping spree Bracelet 20 bags Rims cost me 5 grand House cost 500 cash God damn I'm on a shopping spree [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Money ain't the option Lets give you a option You go to your stash partner an I'll come out my pockets 2 hundred hundreds That like 20 grad Just enough for me to buy my briden a new band I'm like soulja boy tell me They think that I'm playing Come down her to Tennessee and see that I'm the man Ain't talking bout no rapping I'm talking bout that trapping I'm talking bout that brick ill ram it straight up pistol package? Ring piece 2000 grand Neck piece 4000 grand Fina cop Chevy but instead I went and coped a lamb Whoa took yo bitch on a shopping spree Gucci then Prada an I think they hoe in love with Ain't got security I keep lots of thugs wit me We call them goons cause I rock lots of jewelery Cocaine everything Who the fuck ain't feeling me Gun powder on the market Realest nigga in the streets [Chorus: Soulja Boy] I'm on a shopping spree