Hey! (I want a soldier)
The way you got it, I’m the hottest around
They’ll know it when they see you rollin’ Impala’s around
(I got a soldier)
With the top down feeling the sounds
Quakin’ and vibratin’ your thighs ridin’ harder than guys
With the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them lames be spittin’ at you tell ’em, “Don’t even try it”
To shoot it with ‘Chelle, and kick it with Kelly, or holler at B
Ya’, gotta be g’s, you way outta your league
Please!

We like them boys that be in them lac’s leanin’ (Leanin’)
Open their mouth, they grill gleamin’ (Gleamin’)
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and (Clean and)
(They always be talking that country slang, we like)
They keep that beat that be in the back beating (Beating)
Eyes be so low from their chiefin’ (Chiefin’)
I love how he keep my body screaming (Screaming)
A rude boy that’s good to me, with street credibility

If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street

We like them boys up top from the B.K. (B.K.)
Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways)
Always riding big on the freeway (Freeway)
(With that east coast slang that us country girls, we like)
Low cut Caesars with the deep waves (Deep waves)
So quick to snatch up your Beyoncé (Beyoncé)
Always coming down popping our way (Our way)
(Telling us that country girls the kind of girls they like)

If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street

I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna take care of me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
Don’t mind taking one for me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna spend that on me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
Wouldn’t mind putting that on me (Where they at?)

Next to the speakers keep a toy in the trunk of the ‘lac
A reformed D boy use to run into traps
Still a soldier, go to war if you running your trap
About my girls ain’t no thing to put you under the map
Walk the streets five deep with nothing less than a stack
And 80 carats on my chest provides a special attraction
50 Gs in my jeans plus the dough from the waller
It’s the reason I’m the king girl, I know what you like

If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street

I like them boys over there they looking strong tonight (Strong tonight)
Just might give one the phone tonight (Phone tonight)
Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight (Zone tonight)
He don’t know it might be on tonight (On tonight)
Oh he looking good and he talking right (Talking right)
He the type that might change my life (Change my life)
Every time he look at me my girls be like (Girls be like)
(That one may be the one tonight)

If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain’t hood
I ain’t checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain’t scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street

Hey, see, Cash Money is a army
I’m walking with purple hearts on me
You talking to the sergeant
Body marked up like the subway in Harlem
Call him, Weezy F. baby, please say the baby
If you don’t see me on the block I ain’t trying to hide
I blend in with the hood, I’m camouflage
Bandanna tied, so mommy join my troop
Now every time she hear my name she salute!

I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna take care of me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
Don’t mind taking one for me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna spend that on me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
Wouldn’t mind putting that on me (Where they at?)