Playball Soulja Boy (Ft. Drake)

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Cash Money, fast money
Everyday I'm paper chasing
Tryna get the dollars
Gucci, Louis, Dolce Gabbana
Yes it's Young Money
With SOD Money Gang
SOD Money Gang
And it's time to play ball
Play ball (x6)
Yeah, it's time to play ball (x4)
Drizzy

[Verse 1: Drake]
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mall
And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown
And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical
Spades or the Opus, baby, what you got a feeling for?
I can show you new things, have you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes - miwacles
Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one, in fact
Some say that I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that
I’m about my team, ho, Young Money running back
Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at?
Damn