My hoes in contour My clothes are Tom Ford My bros, they want war so lock when I'm on tour Yo, tell your guys (guys) It's funny, I'm gettin' to the bag Got these niggas mad, they just wanna' start tellin' lies (tellin' lies) Tom Ford box with seven-fives Since I got racks, I musta' heard every lie (all of them) There's a long list of rappers, I didn't get in line (never) I said, "I'm comin' and you nigga's better step aside" (step aside) It's forty-five for the kilo, ain't no bargaining me (bargainin') Put Fred on your song and it'll be charting quickly Every week I put a model in a car to Bricky To True Flavors, get my pepper steak fast and quickly I need the lemonade Oh, you ain't seen a hundred racks? Well, I can demonstrate (Freddy) Young nigga blowing up the flat, I detonate Glass AP has shattered my wrist, it needs a rest today I got a way with words Any black yutes in, man will make it burst No white yutes, my G, we're going on some racist works In '016 I got my first music project placed on Earth But on the opp-block, I taped it first I think I'm made of her 'Cause she's an animal lover, my jacket's made of fur Sometimes I can't believe just what I made off words Still I ain't cutting from the opps Niggas know that Fred will run for mayor first Little man, I need a forty just to lay a verse Baby girl's mad I moved, but that's how a player work The plug lost trust, now I gotta' pay him first Took food off hella' man, now he won't even take my work But still time is tickin' My girl got a good brain, you know her minds the sickest But at the same time, she won't ever mind her business Told my guys when they slide bear in mind the witness Yo, my lady woke up with bruises tryna' find who did it Silly girl, you must not realize how my diamonds hittin' Last night you could've easily lost your sight or vision I believe in God so you could say I'm kind of Christian But going Hatton Garden every Sunday's my religion You was up in college, pussy boy, go write and listen I was outside the plug's doing my revision (facts) Baby girl, you're not my main, you're my side addition (side piece) So I'm gonna' need some "Shh" when the wife is ringin' (ringin') Nigga's gotta' keep the "Shh" 'cause my ice in blingin' (blingin') Got a suttin' with the "Shh", do a silent drilling (drilling) Yeah, I poked up "Shh", cah I don't like them niggas (pussys) You think I read comments? I'm a bad boy with street problems AP, Patek and a Rolex, I keep options Fifty thousand for a festival, I keep shottin' Catch me countin' twenty in the morning while I eat porridge Baby girl, you look good, let me see suttin' I was stuck up in the hood, had to be suttin' Niggas show respect in the place when my team's comin' I'll shut when I get to the place, I don't need luggage I got your girl on top of me, I don't need covers (no) It's bicarbonate soda up in these cupboards I get emotional every time I see hundreds Gonna' make my eyes water when I'm choppin' these onions
(Real shit) (Make my eyes water when I'm choppin' these onions)
Writer/s: Marvin William Bailey, David Orobosa Omoregie
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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"Crank That (Soulja Boy)" was the most successful digital track of 2007 in the US with 2,909,000 downloads. On January 6, 2008 it became the first song ever to sell 3 million digital copies in the States.