Soul No. 5

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