did you put that shit on it can you turn the beat up too yea yea yea yea yea yea this the soundtrack to my life yea this the soundtrack to my life take a trip you aint got to hold me down i hold my own in this bitch shit kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when its real one thing just dont count me out yo just dont count me out yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip you aint got to hold me down i hold my own in this bitch kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when its real one thing just dont count me out yea just dont count me out hol up say hol up hol up say hol up hol up say hol up look i did this shit for the hoes i did this shit for the youth i did this shit for the gang gang i did this shit for the wave all of you new niggas sound the same you cannot say this dont sound the same when they hear this they gon feel a way unless i add a xan or lean and 100k money money money piling 20s 50s 100s got em heard it all i just might buy me an island horsing around in ferraris let set it off you and your bros flying privates all of your hoes on my private they finna ball ima finesse it through college long as she keep them toes polished problem solved like ohhhh out with the old and in with the new yea its a goal messie with the goals man this shit aint you it aint the same nothing was the same im drake with the views its outta control you cant control while keepin it true yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip you aint got to hold me down i hold my own in this bitch kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when its real one thing just dont count me out yea just dont count me out hol up say hol up hol up say hol up hol up say hol up  im rappin and trappin im trappin im robbin while you niggas acting im about that action boy you aint about nothing my nigga whats happening know that they napping lets flip up the mattress we gon wake em and slap em all of this gold cant wait to go platinum and see they reaction new gucci on me these niggas look bummy boy go spend some hundreds go buy your bitch something go buy that bitch something before she run up under me she gon come andalay she gon come andalay she know im the money man we come from nothing we dont ask for anything we got more juice than minute made we laid up in the shade we counting this cash my bitch she so bad trips to barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to jazz getting this bag i kick it with chaz bitch look at my swag im in my g wag my moms got a beamer and my bitch got a jag yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip you aint got to hold me down i hold my own in this bitch kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when its real one thing just dont count me out yea just dont count me out hol up say hol up hol up say hol up hol up say hol up