They say [bad word]  too hard, huh?
I say these [bad word]  too soft
All them niggas soft
Niggas over there are soft

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I sold that brick soft
This why I sell, so soft
My girl hair so soft
These Louis shoes so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
My AK for assaults
I'm sippin' this sauce
My [bad word] won't stay soft
My car seats so soft
These Z Tags say "boss"
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
My car seats so soft
Your army so soft
Real [bad word] and she like me
'Cause I make sure she get off
These niggas claimin' they winnin'
But when I'm around they lost
I'm in a new car, four door, double R, logo
Big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro
You pussies know that I'm no joke
How you want it? 4-O?
Four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow-blow
Still duckin' the po-po
I make [bad word] back like a yo-yo
I'm like Ice T with that white girl
Still gettin' money off cocoa
Still flyer than all y'all [bad word]  tell me somethin' I don't know
Got a bad [bad word] bouncin' on my stick
Like a pogo, screamin' "YOLO"
My diamonds be shinin'
Like a snow cone, I'm so froze
Far as that dough goes [bad word] Simmons, you JoJo
My type get real cash
Your type get killed fast
Y'all niggas like soft booty
Get it? Real [bad word] You hoe niggas so soft
Why don't you hoe niggas get lost?
I'll pay to see you gone
How much is you niggas gon' cost?

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Right back in the hood, fresh off tour
Jumpin' out that new four-door
Bust down APR shores
All this stuntin' ain't called for
None of these [bad word] ain't all yours
None of these niggas hardcore
Young fly [bad word]  I'm fresh, man!
Bad [bad word] with me at sophomore
My Rolex is like Mayweather's
I make it rain like May weather
Ask them hoes at KOD
I don't throw paper, I spray cheddar
Your whip mean? Mine way better
Chicks they greet and love me
Up in the corner and hug me
Go all these hoes tryin' to [bad word] me
'Cause that leather handle so soft
All I know is go hard
High as [bad word]  I'm on Mars
My pockets on black card
'Cause it ain't no limit (ain't no limit)
To the [bad word] I'm spendin'  [bad word] I'm spendin')
It's double-M-(double-M-G)
Yeah [bad word]  we winnin'

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
I'm in the hood with that white thing...
Mister Softee
Tell them kids [bad word] up
Got it on me, now get 'em off me
Get 'em off me, get 'em off me
Before I make it hot like coffee
Just seen 'em put a hole-in-one
And I ain't gon' let 'em golf me
Got a O-Z of that loudmouth
My smoke never speak softly
Ride on that [bad word] flow
My [bad word] never go off-beat
Only time that I'm off feet
Known to stand on my own two
If you 'round me, you gotta go hard
Soft niggas I don't do
These niggas ain't family
If you was, I would've disowned you
And [bad word] [bad word] that won't do
Call a [bad word] who want to
Gotta feel me, my texture
These dumb [bad word] too extra
I just kicked this [bad word] up off the bus, had to "next" her
I'm too strong in these streets, boy
Please don't make me flex up
You know nothin' 'bout this
I do this, I'm a expert
DVs go off, like the TVs in my loft
That's HD on my HT
These hoe niggas so soft...