AJ Bank$y and Sha the Flash - Soulja Boy

Uhh
It's boutta be craz
Uhh
We keeping all the same
Uhh
Facts
Uhh
Me, myself, and I, the ones I know
Jealousy and pride could haunt my soul
Déjà vu like you've been down that road
Play my tune and you could find some gold
You, yourself, and you is not that old
If you don't recoup you might go broke
I think, you think, I could make you whole
But this thing in my mind, I can't let go
You read my mind, and that shit so enlightening
The tank on full, I know yo ass excited
For you I got some time, for you I write it
For you I might do time, but that shit priceless
'Cero on my wrist, I might need Breitling
YSL my chick, the scent enticing
Let's go cop some fits, I make mine tighter
Lets go make a jit, okay I'm wildin
The way you do yo thing, I might cum faster like that
She said "boy where yo chain?" I ain't no rapper like that
Girl you play too rough, like just don't grab it like that
Still won't play you out, I ain't no savage like that
Ya old boy cool, but I just can't be average like dat
The old whip cool, but I just can't be crashing like that
I ain't no fool, so I just can't be acting like that
But I'm gone choose, cause I just got some passion like dat
Said you want the verse but don't be rappin like that
Said she giving top but why she cappin like that
Said this not a stage but why they acting like that
Why they watch my taxes, skipping brackets like that
Look, go and spin the Benz, you know it's cool, you know I'm cool huh
I know you got pride but don't be rude, you know I'm rude huh
No Rollie on my wrist I graduated went to school huh
Now we been doing magic since back when we robbed the school lunch
I been stretching funds I make my benjis do the toe touch
Say I stole the show but half these niggas never showed up
No holes up in my circle 'cept when I be doing donuts
Stitching in my fabrics now I think my pockets sewed up
Me-me, myself, and I, the ones I know
Jealousy and pride could haunt my soul
Déjà vu like you've been down that road
Play my tune and you could find some gold
You, yourself, and you is not that old
If you don't recoup you might go broke
I think, you think, I could make you whole
But this thing in my mind, I can't let go

Written by:
AJ Banksy, Shamir Dominique

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