Soulja Boy — Withdrawl

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Just living life Blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right If it ain't about that paper, then I don't wanna talk about it When a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it You better walk around it [Verse 1: Soulja Boy Tell 'Em] In the maybach Count a hundred stacks Take them to the trap In that black Maybach riding round Miami Just me and Mack That swag, I invented that Turned up till the windows jacked I'm in the maiblack, [?] Money on my mind, sitting back in that Bentley while my seats recline Your baby mama got fucked from behind You thought she was your's, but she mine Goddamb she fine I am King Soulja, and that bitch is a dime All black Cuban link Stepping out with my Versace mink I'm so fuckin fly, count that money fast, nigga don't blink White and red diamonds mixed with pink I'm pouring Lean all in the sink I'm so fresh, I'm so clean I'm the freshest that you ever seen 20 bitches in a limozeen Uzi with the loaded magazine I just told you niggas that [?] Walk inside the club, and you know we spending cake Kept it real, you niggas too fake [?] all you niggas do is take A hundred K, yeah I'm counting that Forgiatos, I'm out in that Painting my picture up on the wall Versace Madusa is on my draws Sippin Lean, going through withdrawls Versace Madusa is on my draws Versace Madusa is on my draws Sippin Lean, going through withdrawls [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Just living life Blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right If it ain't about that paper, then I don't wanna talk about it When a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it You better walk around it [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] This for my niggas I get high with This for my niggas that I ride for Let the tool spark, and light the firecracker like July 4th Muddy cup got me feeling right We ain't trippin, we just living life Don't fuck with niggas, that's the lazy type If I killed you, your mama ain't raised you right That's word to Stunna, shout out Cory Gunna, that's my lil brother Word to my mother, Imma keep this shit Gudda Everywhere I [?] What's understood should not be explained, I don't fumble my words like I st-st-studder 20 ounce with a 4 in it It's real sweet and I love it Soulja rolling that killa We about to get space high Getting showfered in the Bentley, we see a smoke cloud when we skate by We some young niggas getting money We ain't worried bout that hating shit We signed up for this lifestyle We teflon, and we made for this [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Just living life Blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right If it ain't about that paper, then I don't wanna talk about it When a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it You better walk around it