SO FRESH
Woo
We just had to pull up, baby, run up with the fade
Whippin' something fast cause we gotta get away
Squad's always scheming, know we always been this way
Tryna get this money from the cradle to the grave
Tryna get these bandos in the bank account
All these stanky hoes, my nigga, you can keep em
Hedge clippings, John Deere gonna dole 'em out
It might be hustle but it ain't a secret
Duffel bag stashed all up in the coupe
Top Abe Lincoln, we don't need a roof
Shoot my shot like Ray Allen, Paul Pierce
Ya'll should know by now that I'm the fucking truth
Here's the straight facts
All your raps are trash
And all your bitches are typical
Cop some personality
Cheez Whiz to catch my drip in full
It ain't working out for you to touch my team's money
Gotta step up like ellipticals
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag
I get the bag
So fresh with the bag
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag, ay
Niggas stay fresh, getting cheques with the bag
Okay
Please keep all of these lame bitches from round me
So much drip, got 'em slippin'
Drip'll drown em
Double dip
I'm slipping in that pussy
Like a fountain
Every ting a bad one
Every whip Italian
Woah
And she wanna fuck me but I'm always on the go
Baby wanna make a movie like she Emma Stone
I'm the GOAT
I just pull it then I shoot it, boy
When she hit my phone I told her man I was the Uber, boy
Huh
Now you big mad
This is big business
Got the drip to fill an ocean
With the big fishes
Put the bag inside a frame and that's a big picture
Put the bag inside a bank, you need a big building
Facts, huh
Maybe you should hang it up
Every dollar in the bag'll make me diddy bop
Someone took your food, baby boy, you wasn't quick enough
What else can I say man
Fuck
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag
I get the bag
So fresh with the bag
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag, ay
Niggas stay fresh, getting cheques with the bag
Got myself a girl with the bag
Just put a hat and a shirt in the bag, ay
Niggas put in work, put in work for the bag
So I had to go and skrt, skrt, skrt with the bag
Ay
New money
Ain't no old money
Don't talk to me with you got no money
Icey on the wrist, gotta show money
Even got a little extra hoe money
Yeah
We just had to pull up, baby, run up with the fade
Whippin' something fast cause we gotta get away
Squad's always scheming, know we always been this way
Tryna get this money from the cradle to the grave
Tryna get these bandos in the bank account
All these stanky hoes, my nigga, you can keep em
Hedge clippings, John Deere gonna dole 'em out
It might be hustle but it ain't a secret
Duffel bag stashed all up in the coupe
Top Abe Lincoln, we don't need a roof
Shoot my shot like Ray Allen, Paul Pierce
Ya'll should know by now that I'm the fucking truth
Here's the straight facts
All your raps are trash
And all your bitches are typical
Cop some personality
Cheez Whiz to catch my drip in full
It ain't working out for you to touch my team's money
Gotta step up like ellipticals
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag
I get the bag
So fresh with the bag
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag, ay
Niggas stay fresh, getting cheques with the bag
Okay
Please keep all of these lame bitches from round me
So much drip, got 'em slippin'
Drip'll drown em
Double dip
I'm slipping in that pussy
Like a fountain
Every ting a bad one
Every whip Italian
Woah
And she wanna fuck me but I'm always on the go
Baby wanna make a movie like she Emma Stone
I'm the GOAT
I just pull it then I shoot it, boy
When she hit my phone I told her man I was the Uber, boy
Huh
Now you big mad
This is big business
Got the drip to fill an ocean
With the big fishes
Put the bag inside a frame and that's a big picture
Put the bag inside a bank, you need a big building
Facts, huh
Maybe you should hang it up
Every dollar in the bag'll make me diddy bop
Someone took your food, baby boy, you wasn't quick enough
What else can I say man
Fuck
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag
I get the bag
So fresh with the bag
I get the bag
I get the motherfucking bag, ay
Niggas stay fresh, getting cheques with the bag
Got myself a girl with the bag
Just put a hat and a shirt in the bag, ay
Niggas put in work, put in work for the bag
So I had to go and skrt, skrt, skrt with the bag
Ay
New money
Ain't no old money
Don't talk to me with you got no money
Icey on the wrist, gotta show money
Even got a little extra hoe money
Yeah
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Writer(s): Rashad Walters
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