[Intro]

Oh, I'm wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Take it, FATBOI)

[Verse]

Lifestyle, I won't make it

I'm in Jamaica on vacation

Soulja Tell'em, man, higher than a Asian

Got my eyes slit low like an Asian

And my swag on, on, on

And I'm ridin' Chrome, Chrome, Chrome

And I turn my swag on and then I told your girl, "Kiss me through the damn phone"

Now I'm getting my shine on

In every city, they sayin', "Soulja in them diamonds"

My diamonds shinin' when I stepped on the stage

She said, "Soulja, you the shit," I said, "Thank you, pretty bitch" (DJ Neptune)

Oh, now my whole clique wasted

Standin' on the stage with pounds smellin' tasty

Damn, like-like, damn, he like, "Damn, how you do that?"

A hundred thousand cash in a week, man, we blew that

Oh, oh, and we stepped inside the strip club

Then we throw some money, we just threw some numbers

They just threw the point pointin' up like pointers

And you already know, let me give you pointers

Pay attention, shawty, I'm departin'

When I stepped inside the party, I'm the party

When I walk outside the party, the club close

When I step inside the ice show, jewelry froze

Soulja Tell'em, he's the shit, he's a fuckin' beast

Every nigga in the city wanna get like me

And I can do this auto-tune shit, man

Watch me sing just like T-Pain

Oh, but I'm not Lil Wayne

But I'm tatted on my neck, man

And I'm higher than a jet, man

I mean, I'm higher than a jet plane

Pay attention what I'm fuckin' sayin'

I go hard just like Super Saiyans, but my hair not gold

But my chain is gold and my whole neck froze

And, yeah, I am wasted

Yeah, I am gone, yeah, man, face it

I am on my throne, king shit, bitch

Boss, shawty, check my wrist

Damn, I'm stuntin', Soulja gettin' money

Arab, money, Soulja Boy, money

SOD, money, ain't shit funny

Shout-out to my niggas holdin' it down in the country

City boy, shawty, tell these boys, "Show that"

A hundred boys show that, bottles of Bacardi

Step inside the party, everybody screamin' gnarly

Swag surfin' shawty on the brand new Harley

Davidson motor, send Soulja, he poppin'

Just like the cold, he go cold with no stoppin'

Damn, he go hard, no homo, but I'm rich

I'm Soulja Tell'em, shawty with a hundred fifty on my wrist, bitch

[Outro]

What's my damn name?

Soulja Boy Cortez

Uh, got more hoes than

Got more hoes than, got more hoes than a broke nigga's socks

Got more bitches than these guys got stitches

Oh, I'm wasted, bitch

What's my fuckin' name?

Shout-out to Gucci Mane

We wasted

And I don't wear tight jeans like these faggots

Fuck the new girls

150 Lambos, I'm so ight

250 Lambos, you can't reach my altitude

Oh, wasted

Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted

Oh, woah, ho-ho, oh