Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoppin' Spree, artist - Soulja Boy.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Shoppin' Spree |
Left ring 10 hundred cash |
Neckpiece 30 grand |
Whip cost 300 grand |
God damn I’m on a shoppin spree |
Bracelet 20 bags |
Rims cost me 5 grand |
House cost 500 cash |
God damn I’m on a shoppin spree |
Ridin in a whip that dont 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 assasin |
prises cuts in my watch like I threw sum glass in |
Damn, exclusive shit sent from China |
If you lookin for me I’m probaly in your girl’s vagina |
I’m lookin in the mirror tell me who’s finer |
Bought a Lamborgini, didn’t need to co-signer |
ayy wat i spit is jus minor |
Every cut served Soulja Boy’s headliner |
Damn now tell me you don’t feel this |
Ayy, you can’t say I’m just one hit |
Ayy, are you bitch niggas serious |
I’m quick on track like fast and the furious |
I’m on a shoppin spree |
From a Cutlass to a Chevy, Chevy to a Lamborgini |
You can’t be me or see me unless you see me on T.V. |
Shiny and greesy I wonder if Stevie Wonder can see me |
Necklace a jungle of visas, just check my selection of pieces |
Uhh, I got a stupid collection you see it |
Chain worth a millie, you silly, really I’m lly and 20 |
Hah, man I pass out 50s an 20s |
I pass out 50s an 20s |
I pass out 100s and 50s |
We make more money than Chemists, Doctors, and Lawyers, and Dentists |
Chemists, the Doctors, the Lawyers, money together could’nt get me |
2 door Gulardo, 160 |
Drop, top, 120 |
House worth a million and three, Dula truck, 63 g’s |
Old schools a hundred a piece |
That cost me 75 g’s, 65 actually but my rims cost me 10 of them things |
Gucci, Yo Gotti, the king |
Soulja done did it again |
This team be 82g's, that beat is 82 keys |
Soulja! |
See money ain’t the object |
Lets give you a option |
You go to your stash, partner an I’ll come out my pockets |
2 hundred hundreds, |
That’s like 20 grand |
Just enough for me to buy my bride a new band |
I’m like Soulja Boy Tell em, |
They think that I’m playing |
Come down here to Tennesse and see that I’m the man |
Ain’t talkin about no rappin |
I’m talkin about that trappin |
I’m talkin about that brick, I’ll ram it straight up pistol package, Check! |
Ringpiece 2,000 grand |
Neckpiece 4,000 grand |
Fin to cop a Chevy but instead I went and copped a Lamb |
Woo!, took your bitch on a shopping spree |
Gucci this, Prada this, I think that hoe in love with me |
Ain’t got security, I keep lots of thugs with me |
We call them goons cause, I rock lots of jewlery |
Cocaine everything |
Who the fuck ain’t feelin me |
Gun powder on the market |
Realest nigga in the streets |
I’m on a shopping spree |