Hop Out

[Intro: Juicy J] Cash nigga We throw that shit away Just spend all of it you dig? Stay in the strip club Sip a lot of Lean Smoke a lot of weed Drink gin and whatever you want [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] You know why I post (know why I post) Chevy said turn up on you folks (turn up on you folks) You know I’m gon' tear it up (tear it up) I’m in the block in your area (wussup?) Switching lanes, Ferrari, Bentley (swag) 20-12, man I had to do it (had to do it) Shout out to my brother Gucci (wussup?) SOD, we shot a movie (yes) Taylor Gang, what’s happenin’? (what’s happenin’?) Drop top in traffic (traffic) Me and Chevy, yea we do our thing (do our thing) Hop out and let my chain swing [Hook x2: Chevy Woods] Yea, your bitch see my cash, she wanna know what I’m ‘bout Yea, niggas see my car, you wanna know the amount I hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] I’m blowin’ down the 1-01 and I’m rollin’ just like a pill baby I’m a menace to society, look at the wheels (look at the wheels) Yea, so with this money they ain’t seein’ me Shout out my nigga Soulja and you know that’s SODMG You know I never take a day off I’m ballin’ off for extra shit, my nigga that’s the play-offs Just like we livin’ off the great escape You talkin’ all that shit, we know that you won’t bust a grape Yea, me and dat money, we just made a date My pinky and my wrist, you know that’s just the 28 Yea, so what all that beefin’ we ain’t worried ‘bout My niggas eat that shit for lunch, they call it in and out [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Stuntin' all a nigga doin’ now Ferrari, one open seat I got two in there, I speak money fluent now You be ridin’ on the neck, she chewin’ out I get cashed up, get obsessed at juvenile Double cup and smoked out in my latest car I feed these ratchet bitches dick and some Xanax bars My team is full of ballin’ niggas, why you actin’ hard? I be swiping black cards, y’all niggas be ridin’ hard I’m feeling like D Wade, I’m ballin’ in the games Plus I got some new heat, call him Bosh & James You don’t get the picture, nigga I’m out the frame Hall of famer, everybody know my name (trippy) [Hook]