[Verse 1]
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 goochi, goochi, 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
[Chorus]
Bang, bang and away she goes
Souped up, man, I'm ready to blow
I got soul, I got soul
I got soul
[Verse 2]
Rolling their windows down and screaming out my name
Like, "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
[Chorus]
Bang bang, and away she goes
Souped up, girl, I am ready to blow
I got soul, I got soul
I got soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul
[Outro]
I got soul, I got soul
I got soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul
