Lyrics Shoppin' Spree - Soulja Boy, Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti

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