Shoppin' Spree Lyrics

[Intro] Soulja Boy tell 'em Ay, ay, ay, and your boy (Young Gun) I got Yo Gotti in this motherfucker I got Gucci Mane in this motherfucker [Chorus] Left ring ten hundred cash, neck piece thirty grand Whip cost three hundred grand, damn I'm on a shoppin spree Bracelet, twenty bags, rims cost me five grand House cost five hundred cash, damn I'm on a shoppin spree [Soulja Boy] Ridin in a whip that don't release until 2010 Fifty thousand dollars spent, just 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 assassin Princess cuts, in my watch, like I threw some glass in Damn, exclusive ish sent from China If you lookin for me I'm probably in yo' girl's... I'm lookin in the mirror tell me who's finer Bought a Lamborghini didn't need a co-signer Ay~! What I spit was just minor Every cut served Soulja Boy's headliner Damn; now tell me you don't feel this Ay, you can't say I'm just one hit Ay, are you .. are you serious? I'm quick on track like +Fast and the Furious+ [Chorus] [Interlude] I'm on a shoppin spree {*4X*} I'm on a shoppin spree, I'm on a shoppin spree [Gucci Mane] From a Cutlass to a Chevy, Chevy to a Lamborghini You can't be me or see me unless you see me on TV I'm shiny and greasy I wonder Stevie Wonder can see me Necklace a jungle of VV, check my selectional pieces Uhh, I got a stupid collection you see Chain worth a milli you silly really a milli and twenty Huh, man I pass out fifties and twenties I pass out fifties and twenties I pass out hundreds & fifties We make more money than chemists doctors and lawyers The dentist chemist the doctors the lawyer money together couldn't get'cha into a Garraro 160, drop, top 120 House like a million and three, do the truck sixty-three G's Old schools a hundred a piece, that cost me seventy-five G's Sixty-five actually but my rims cost me ten of them thangs Gucci, Yo Gotti the king, Soulja done did it again This is team 82 G's, that be worth 82 ki's [Chorus] + [Interlude] with variations [Yo Gotti] Money ain't the option, let's give you a option You go to your stash potnah an I'll come out my pockets Two hundred hundreds, that like twenty grand Jus enough for me to buy my bride a new band I'm like Soulja Boy tell 'em, they think that I'm playin Or come down hurr to Tennessee and see that I'm the man Ain't talkin 'bout no rappin, I'm talkin bout that trappin I'm talkin 'bout that brick I'll ram it straight up pistol package Ring piece two thousand grand, neck piece four thousand grand 'Fin to cop a Chevy but instead I went and copped a Lamb' Whoo! Took yo' {bitch} on a shoppin spree Gucci dis, Prada that, I think that {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] + [Interlude]Soulja Boy f/ Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti - Shoppin' Spree - http://motolyrics.com/soulja-boy-f-gucci-mane-yo-gotti/shoppin-spree-lyrics.html