Withdrawl Soulja Boy (Ft. Gudda Gudda)

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Just living life
Blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right
If it ain't about that paper, then I don't wanna talk about it
When a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it
You better walk around it

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
In the maybach
Count a hundred stacks
Take them to the trap
In that black Maybach riding round Miami
Just me and Mack
That swag, I invented that
Turned up till the windows jacked
I'm in the maiblack, [?]
Money on my mind, sitting back in that Bentley while my seats recline
Your baby mama got fucked from behind
You thought she was your's, but she mine
Goddamb she fine
I am King Soulja, and that bitch is a dime
All black Cuban link
Stepping out with my Versace mink
I'm so fuckin fly, count that money fast, nigga don't blink
White and red diamonds mixed with pink
I'm pouring Lean all in the sink
I'm so fresh, I'm so clean
I'm the freshest that you ever seen
20 bitches in a limozeen
Uzi with the loaded magazine
I just told you niggas that [?]
Walk inside the club, and you know we spending cake
Kept it real, you niggas too fake
[?] all you niggas do is take
A hundred K, yeah I'm counting that
Forgiatos, I'm out in that
Painting my picture up on the wall
Versace Madusa is on my draws
Sippin Lean, going through withdrawls
Versace Madusa is on my draws
Versace Madusa is on my draws
Sippin Lean, going through withdrawls