Oh, I'm wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Take it, FATBOI) Lifestyle, I won't make it I'm in Jamaica on vacation Soulja Tell'em, man, higher than a Asian Got my eyes slit low like an Asian And my swag on, on, on And I'm ridin' Chrome, Chrome, Chrome And I turn my swag on and then I told your girl, "Kiss me through the damn phone" Now I'm getting my shine on In every city, they sayin', "Soulja in them diamonds" My diamonds shinin' when I stepped on the stage She said, "Soulja, you the shit," I said, "Thank you, pretty bitch" (DJ Neptunf) Oh, now my whole clique wasted Standin' on the stage with pounds smellin' tasty Damn, like-like, damn, he like, "Damn, how you do that?" A hundred thousand cash in a week, man, we blew that Oh, oh, and we stepped inside the strip club Then we throw some money, we just threw some numbers They just threw the point pointin' up like pointers And you already know, let me give you pointers Pay attention, shawty, I'm departin' When I stepped inside the party, I'm the party When I walk outside the party, the club close When I step inside the ice show, jewelry froze Soulja Tell'em, he's the shit, he's a fuckin' beast Every nigga in the city wanna get like me And I can do this auto-tune shit, man Watch me sing just like T-Pain Oh, but I'm not Lil Wayne But I'm tatted on my neck, man And I'm higher than a jet, man I mean, I'm higher than a jet plane Pay attention what I'm fuckin' sayin' I go hard just like Super Saiyans, but my hair not gold But my chain is gold and my whole neck froze And, yeah, I am wasted Yeah, I am gone, yeah, man, face it I am on my throne, king shit, bitch Boss, shawty, check my wrist Damn, I'm stuntin', Soulja gettin' money Arab, money, Soulja Boy, money SOD, money, ain't shit funny Shout-out to my niggas holdin' it down in the country City boy, shawty, tell these boys, "Show that" A hundred boys show that, bottles of Bacardi Step inside the party, everybody screamin' gnarly Swag surfin' shawty on the brand new Harley Davidson motor, send Soulja, he poppin' Just like the cold, he go cold with no stoppin' Damn, he go hard, no homo, but I'm rich I'm Soulja Tell'em, shawty with a hundred fifty on my wrist, bitch What's my damn name? Soulja Boy Cortez Uh, got more hoes than Got more hoes than, got more hoes than a broke nigga's socks Got more bitches than these guys got stitches Oh, I'm wasted, bitch What's my fuckin' name? Shout-out to Gucci Mane We wasted And I don't wear tight jeans like these faggots Fuck the new girls 150 Lambos, I'm so ight 250 Lambos, you can't reach my altitude Oh, wasted Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted Oh, woah, ho-ho, oh