Letra da Música Wit My Yums On de Soulja Boy

[Intro]
Soulja boy tellem,
SOD money game,
SOD money mafia,
Sod..It´s the label (yup)

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100.000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana gold girl (wit my yums on)
Money hungry so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, I´mma tell ya'll how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 1]
Step up on the scene now you no who it be
Fresh yums wit da hat can´t get like me
I´m yellin I got my swag back
Pull up to the club seen clean in a cadilac
Yums wit da gucci grip
Your girl had a heart attack,
when she my smile, you old like an artifact
All I can say is wow, yums hat,
yums bag, yums lugage, pants,
sack Soulja Boy da money man,
Your girl's number 1 fan

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana gold grill (wit my yums on)
Money hungry so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, I´mma tell ya'll how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 2]
My closet it amazing, it´s full of
fruity colors, fruity flavors, it look crazy
I´m so busy, you so lazy
I´m so clean, you so lame
Yellow yums chain, got money on deck
I got yums so fresh man, Soulja Boy tellem,
Yeah tellem like you told me to, I
take a band and blow it man it´s
jus the grand, that´s how we do
Yums is my choose of shoes and
these how you supposed to rock a
candy pant wit a candy hat
I´m so fresh I cabt stop

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100, 000 checks
Wit my yums on(yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Gucci bandana gold grill(wit my yums on)
Money hungry so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, I´mma tell ya'll how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 3]
Cupcake, candy, apple, lemonade fresh money
Step up on da stage, make all the
girls lose there breath, I´m
fresher den the next money
Keepin this hat tilt (tilt)and
this chain on my chest man I wear
nuttin less den a grand
(grand) man (man) a whole duffle
bag full of rubberbands
Damn (damn) Soulja Boy da man
Now yall understand yall can´t
touch me busta, you need to catch
up cuz you still in da musta

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana gold grill (wit my yums on)
Money hungry so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, I´mma tell ya'll how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on [x6]

BY:$$HEITOR$$