I got a bicycle I'm cruising down the street
I like to keep it loose, a freak in the sheets?
I got a credit card and I use it all the time
I got the Gucci Gucci gooey oozy icky oozy style
I do a hair flip I strut my stuff
You whispering at me I can't hear you I say what
I don't have a job but I got a lot of time
Baby show me yours and then maybe I'll show you mine
Bang bang and away she goes
Souped up and I'm ready to go
I got soul
I got soul
I got soul
Rolling down the windows and screaming out my name
You looking good mama how you doin?
You and me girl we have a really good time
But I like to hit 'em and quit 'em that's just my style
I wear kicks bitch fresh out the box
I got that box go like pop pop pop
Rolling out the carpet and then shining down the lights
My girls are looking good and we going out tonight
Bang bang and away she goes
Souped up and I'm ready to go
I got soul
I got soul
I got soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul
I got soul
I got soul
I got soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul
