Five in the f**' morning, white b**h f**' up mimosas

Side from Atlanta, and she trap off Motorola

Green flag she street-smart, yeah she'll complete the order

Yeah that my soulja

That my soulja girl, that's my soulja

(That's my soulja girl, that's my soulja)

That my soulja, that my mothafuckin' soulja

I did my thing and I, got a lil older

Fought all that pain, I got my own shoulder

I used to be dead broke in the corner

Trappin California exotics, by the border

Shawty called me up she said, come by the morning

Giving her, her daily dose I, feel like a donor

B**h you just an option I got, plenty by the door

Better act right 'cause I got, plenty, plenty more

That b**h like the smell of the aroma

Prada on my skin, I'm a m**n' stoner

Collect the bread I like to be alone

Brand new pack from Cali, I just sent that b**h to Florida

Georgia, Atlanta my partners up the score

Whores in the Phantom, my b**h 'gone start a war with these bitches

Bad b**h, they askin

How I get a hold of one?

Brody that's a groupie, if you want one, I got more than one

I told Chanel to bring her friend, I want both of them

(I ain't do nothing, she still told me she 'gone show me some)

Bad b**h, black and mixed with white

Shawty from DR, she can't help but start a fight

For like twenty eight days in a row I risked my life

Arguing with this b**h, I know it's wrong but it feel so right

Yeah that my soulja

That my soulja girl, that's my soulja

(That's my soulja girl, that's my soulja)

That my soulja, that my mothafuckin' soulja