[Intro] Soulja... [Chorus:] 
Extra, extra, read all about it 
Soulja Boy is rich, sayin fuck an allowance 
Ballin, shot callin, bitches callin 
Models, poppin bottles, full throttle 
Extra extra read all about 
Soulja Boy is rich, screamin fuck an allowance 
Ballin... 
Dre, Dre, swag 
Swag, Dre, 
Dre.. Nobody can't tell me that my block wasn't movin 
Westside getttin money like 
I'm always doin 
And my flow classic like past tense or ruins 
Marble Capcom flo', call me 
Soulja Akuma 
And my third eye open for them boys in blue 
You stuck on hatin with the negative glue 
Disrespect me, then you know the rumors is sparkin 
Drop top in my 
Jag, I let my swag do the talkin [Chorus] 
Sippin on coconut, smokin on bubble kush 
Zone after zone 
I got my young nigga rollin up 
Drink 'til 
I'm throwin up, yo' hood please throw it up 
Twenty-eight inches on my 
Hummer when 
I'm rollin up 
It ain't no stoppin us, nigga quit copyin us 
Is it cause 
I'm black, why the police tryin to lock me up? 
It ain't no stoppin us, nigga quit copyin us 
Is it cause 
I'm black, why the police tryin to lock me up? [Chorus - 2X]