[Introduction]

Yuh, Stacks on Deck Money Gang
It's Soulja Boy n***a, the Movie (Uh)
SOD Aye

[Chorus]

Run up on me flip a pussy n***a like a channel
Got my n***as in the cut and they got them hammers
N***as talking shit pussy n***a i'mma blam em'
Got them birds and they touchdown in Pineapple Fanta
Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta
I'm with the gang you can't hang you ain't pourin Fanta's
Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta
I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta

[Verse 1]

Pouring lean with the gang, you ain't gang you can't hang
Run up on me let it bang, I swear you n***as lame
Broke boy won't snatch a chain
Boy you gon' get your ass slayed
Run up on me hit with the K
King Soulja Big Dre
Riding around in that Rari thang
N***a want to take his chain
N***as talking all that shit, n***a let that choppa bang
30 thousand on my ring, 50 thousand for my chain
I pull up with the gang, we know we make it rain
All them bitches they on gang
N***as talking they so lame
N***a's be broke as the fuck, man i swear them n***as lame
Young Soulja hard in the paint, they Soulja this then that
Pull up on the fucking block and i'm in the brand new Jag
Drop the top up on the Lam
200 for ?
50 thousand for my ring, 30 for my ?
Lotta choppas in this bitch shooting at the fucking n***as
Talking all that fucking shit
SOD my n***as killa (Uh)
Pull up on your block like Blaow
Pussy boy trying jack my style
Rolly sitting on my wrist and you know that's 50 thou'
In the kitchen whipping now
I gotta make all my loud
Man i'm smoking all this loud
Oh my god my city proud
[Chorus]

Run up on me flip a pussy n***a like a channel
Got my n***as in the cut and they got them hammers
N***as talking shit pussy n***a i'mma blam em'
Got them birds and they touchdown in Pineapple Fanta
Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta
I'm with the gang you can't hang you ain't pourin Fanta's
Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta
I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta

(Verse 2)

Bitch i'm with the gang
Bitch you know we do our thang
N***as talking like they want smoke, man them n***as lame
Pull up choppas and AR and we spraying at their car
All them n***as ? fuck
Boy you know you broke as hell
See the ? I eyed your 12
N***as snitching on the cop now they talking bout their bail
Now they talking bout they bond
Soulja do that for fun
I got hundreds talk no ones
100 round drum
30 tucked under my seat
Swear to god we pay heat
Pull up on your block and it's kapeesh
From Zone 1 to Zone 3
All them n***as know about me
I'm SOD and PTE
Boy we put you 6 feet deep
Boy we put your ass to sleep
[Outro]

Yeah man you know how the fuck n***a rocking man
SOD shit man
Stacks on Deck Money Gang man, pouring up drank man
Naw for real man, ya'll know what the fuck going on man (Aye)