[Intro]

Soulja boy tellem,

SOD money gang,

SOD money mafia,

Sod..its 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 go great (wit my yums on)

Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)

Man, imma tell yall 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 cant get like me

Im 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 souljaboy da money man,

Your girls 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 go great (wit my yums on)

Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)

Man, imma tell yall how it is

Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on (yup)



[Verse 2]

My closet it amazing, its full of fruity colors, fruity flavors, it look crazy

Im so busy, you so lazy

Im so clean, you so lame

Yellow yums chain, got money on deck

I got yums so fresh man, soulja boy tellem,

Yeah tellem like yu tld me to, I take a band and blow it man its jus the grand, thats how we do

Yums is my choose of shoes and these how you supposed to rock a candy pant wit a candy hat

Im 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 go great (wit my yums on)

Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)

Man, imma tell yall 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, im 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 cant 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 go great (wit my yums on)

Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)

Man, imma tell yall how it is

Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on (yup)



Wit my yums on [x6]