Soulja boy tell em we ready
We ready, turn up

She wanna lick the molly off me
Nigga I be stunt so hard, it's no see me nigga
Soulja boy tell em we ready
We ready, turn up
We ready
Soulja b, we ready, we ready
Soulja b,
She wanna lick the molly off me
I pull up in a what you call it, what you call it
Drop top, call 2 hunned, fall 2 hunned
All the bad bitches on me nigga get on off me, please
I be flexin in that new rarri, new, so much on my neck
I don't say sorry, no
You can see me from a mile away
You know dre keep a tek and a throw away
It's gone, hey bro, ain't that right or what's his name
Hit the block in that fire flame
Lil dre getting guap, getting faded
Sod on g rich gang bitch, we ready, we ready
Soulja b, we ready, we ready
Bitch, we ready, bitch, we ready,
Bitch, we ready, bitch, we ready,

Migogangent yo rich nigga
I spray in the car like i'm confetti
The bullet be humming they let it
My pocket be fat on lettuce
She said it

Pull up in that oaklum waiter truck outty
Then I Poof gone like whodini driving
Then the bra try to break circumcising
Then I hit the pot with the power driving
We ready, we ready, we ready
Soulja b tell em we ready
We ready.