Chorus:]  Left ring 10 houndred cash  Neckpiece 30 grand  Whip cost 300 grand  God damn I'm on a shoppin spre  Bracelet 20 bags  Rims cost me 5 grand  House cost 500 cash  God damn I'm on a shoppin spre    [Soulja Boy:]  Lyin in a whip that don't release until 2010  50 thousand dollars spent jus to make my rims spin  Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in  Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in  Soulja boy tell em a.k.a the assasin  Prises cuts in my watch like I threw sum glass in  Damn exclusive shit sent from china  If u lookin for me I'm prbly in yo girls vagina  I'm lookin in the mirror tell me whos finer  Bought a lamborghini didn't need to cosigner  Ayy wat I spit is jus minor  Every cut served soulja boys headliner  Damn now tell me u don't feel this  Ayy u can't say I'm jus one hit  Ayy are u bitch niggas serious  I'm quick on track like fast and the furious    [Chorus]    I'm on a shoppin spree [x6]    [Gucci Mane:]  Chevy to a chevy chevy to a lamborghinin  U can't be me or see me unless u see me on t.v  Shine and greezy I wonder stevie wonder can see me  Necklace a jungle of greed jus check my selectional pieces  Uhh I got a stupid collection u see  Chain worth a millie u sill wille a millie and 20  Uh man I pass out 50s an 20s  I pass out 50s an 20s I pass out 100s and 50s  We make more money than chemist, doctors, da lawyers, da dentist  Chemist da doctors da lawyers ye money together could'ntgetcha  2 door Gurraro 160  Drop top 120  House worth a million and three dual trust 63 g's  Old schools a hundred a piece  That cost me 75 gs, 65 actually but my rims coast me ten of them thangs  Gucci yo gotti the king  Soulja done did it again  This team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys    [Chorus]    [Yo Gotti:]  Money ain't the option  Let's give u a option  U go to your stash partna an I'll come out my pockets  2 hundred hundreds  Dat like 20 grad  Jus enough for me to buy my briden a new band  I'm like soulja boy tell me  They think that I'm playin  Come down herr to tennesse and see that I'm the man  Ain't talkin bout no rappin  I'm talkin bout that tramppin  I'm talkin bout that brick I'll ram it straight up pistol package?  Ringpiece 2000 grand  Neckpiece 4000 grand  Infinicop chevy but instead I went and coped a lim  Whoah took yo bitch on a shoppin spree  Gucci? an I think they hoe in love with  Ain't got security I keep lots of thugs with me  We call them goons cause I rock lots of jewlery  Cocaine everything  Who the fuck ain't feelin me  Gun powder on the market  Realest nigga in the streets    [Chorus]    these lyrics are submitted by deezy