[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
My haters gettin mad, bitch, they bout to get more mad
They see my chain, and scream the initials of World Of Warcraft
My worst man, will kill your best man on his worst day
Kill him in the worst way, and quench him if he thirsty
Chicago, that's my birth place, but I'm an ATL resident
And one day, it may be possible, I might be the president
They elect me out the game, its SOD, we off the chain
Just like a Pitbull runnin on steroids, in the middle of the ring mane
Bang bang, these diamonds on me lookin like Arangatang
Soulja the flame, man, hit m with the gang, man
5 on me, main chain, n***a tryna maintain
N***as tryna get it with the red thing
Red dots on his nose, havin him lookin like Rudolph
5 with the roof off, Soulja Boy Tell ‘EM, I'm the truth, dog
Fuck ya'll n***as wanna do, dog

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Yeah
I get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
Oh
I get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
I get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
Ya boy
Get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
I think I’m on another level now
I think a lot of fans wanna fuck with me now
I think a lot of n***as was sleepin on a n***a, but they found out that a n***a really is a beast
They found out a n***a really can really flow
They found out a n***a ain’t never been a hoe
They found out that a n***a that is getting about 250,000 dollars for a motherfuckin show
They found out that my pinky ring straight glowin, when I hit the club, bitch already knowin
SOD gang, chains n***a I'm showin
Me and my n***as we hot, can you sell it
Me and my n***as got it hot, pop pop
Bought guns from the shop, sold them for a thousand bands
Me and my n***as we gettin this money, and ain't shit funny, you must be a dummy
You Must not know, what the fuck is you seein
You and your n***as seein just like Stevie
Me and my n***as, we somethin like the top shit, next shit make that real shit, big shit
RIP to all you lame ass rappers thinkin you could fuck with me
It's not going to happen, hit ‘em with the Ratchet, make shit splatter

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Yeah
I get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
Oh
I get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
I get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
Ya boy
Get dollas, I get dollas
I get dollas, yeah
[Verse 3: Lil B]
Yeah
I got bitches, I got money
Hittin switches, get that money
Smoke that blunt up, fuck them bitches
Yeah
It's Based God, bitch, ridin 6 inch
Fuckin bitches
Yeah, shouts out to Beezy
SBeezy , Soulja, Lamborghini
Yeah
I said 30,000, hundred million
All my n***as go so crazy in this fuckin building
It's SOD, Based God, Lil B
Hundred mill, survin strippers, waterfront
Goddamb, bitches mad
Mad at them hoes, in the back
Got them bitches, in the room, goddamb, no lie
We winnin
We came back, me and all my n***as, with them racks
Rack that shit, like its a durag
N***as come back, we did that