[Intro]Soulja Boy tell 'emAy, ay, ay, and your boy (Young Gun)I got Yo Gotti in this motherfuckerI got Gucci Mane in this motherfucker[Chorus]Left ring ten hundred cash, neck piece thirty grandWhip cost three hundred grand, damn I'm on a shoppin spreeBracelet, twenty bags, rims cost me five grandHouse cost five hundred cash, damn I'm on a shoppin spree[Soulja Boy]Ridin in a whip that don't release until 2010Fifty thousand dollars spent, just to make my rims spinHalf a million dollars spent on the house I live inEven more spent, on the seat I sit my ass inSoulja Boy tell 'em a/k/a the assassinPrincess cuts, in my watch, like I threw some glass inDamn, exclusive ish sent from ChinaIf you lookin for me I'm probably in yo' girl's...I'm lookin in the mirror tell me who's finerBought a Lamborghini didn't need a co-signerAy~! What I spit was just minorEvery cut served Soulja Boy's headlinerDamn; now tell me you don't feel thisAy, you can't say I'm just one hitAy, are you .. are you serious?I'm quick on track like +Fast and the Furious+[Chorus][Interlude]I'm on a shoppin spree {*4X*}I'm on a shoppin spree, I'm on a shoppin spree[Gucci Mane]From a Cutlass to a Chevy, Chevy to a LamborghiniYou can't be me or see me unless you see me on TVI'm shiny and greasy I wonder Stevie Wonder can see meNecklace a jungle of VV, check my selectional piecesUhh, I got a stupid collection you seeChain worth a milli you silly really a milli and twentyHuh, man I pass out fifties and twentiesI pass out fifties and twenties I pass out hundreds & fiftiesWe make more money than chemists doctors and lawyersThe dentist chemist the doctors the lawyer money togethercouldn't get'cha into a Garraro 160, drop, top 120House like a million and three, do the truck sixty-three G'sOld schools a hundred a piece, that cost me seventy-five G'sSixty-five actually but my rims cost me ten of them thangsGucci, Yo Gotti the king, Soulja done did it againThis is team 82 G's, that be worth 82 ki's[Chorus] + [Interlude] with variations[Yo Gotti]Money ain't the option, let's give you a optionYou go to your stash potnah an I'll come out my pocketsTwo hundred hundreds, that like twenty grandJus enough for me to buy my bride a new bandI'm like Soulja Boy tell 'em, they think that I'm playinOr come down hurr to Tennessee and see that I'm the manAin't talkin 'bout no rappin, I'm talkin bout that trappinI'm talkin 'bout that brick I'll ram it straight up pistol packageRing piece two thousand grand, neck piece four thousand grand'Fin to cop a Chevy but instead I went and copped a Lamb'Whoo! Took yo' {bitch} on a shoppin spreeGucci dis, Prada that, I think that {hoe} in love withAin't got security, I keep lots of thugs with meWe call them goons, cause I rock lots of jewleryCocaine everything, who the {fuck} ain't feelin me?Gun powder on the market, realest {nigga} in the streets[Chorus] + [Interlude]