Flo Rida, Lil Wayne - Fresh I Stay (Part II) lyrics
Flo Rida [Tramar Lacel Dillard] Miami Gardens, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Flo Rida, Lil Wayne - Fresh I Stay Part II lyrics]
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh all day, yeah yeah
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh always, yeah yeah
Money in my pocket he be talking I be quiet
There they go again smelling like
I wanna buy it shawty think I'm fresh I make
Em wet like fire hydrant
I be on that fly shit
Go from passenger to pilot
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that why do I be stuntin’ to
Be honest I don’t know
Hundred after Hundred I don’t know
I love it l-l-l-l love it I got a problem
Its nothin’ nothin nothin nothin
I'm poppin collars
Last week I flossed on em
Bitch I made a movie
How you doin? Where you been?
Hello to my groupies!
Swagga to the moon man, Gwap in my two hands
You can eat the fruit loops
Wrist full of Toucans
All types of colors, We family like brothers
My cash in my clean can't
Have one without the other i stay
Man I got bitches in my home
And bitches on my phone
I’m like can you call me
Back because SportsCenter is on
I don't mean to come off wrong
But man my money long
I say man my money long
Call me Stretch Armstrong
Big ass chain on my junk yard dog shit
Viagra swagga, fuck all yeall shit
Haha, mike stop the beat
Hear the money talk and it talking about me
White boy fresh…skinny ass pants
But I ball hard like scouts in the stands
I just sit around my house
Blowing ounce like a fan
I flip one of these niggas like Jackie Chan
I ain't worry bout em i just ball out
Man I'm too cold lemme thaw out
Im so Young Money… I got dumb money
Beau-coup bread but a bitch can’t
Get a crumb from me
Money in my pocket he ain't
Coming back to life
I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice
I’m married to the cash
Like somebody throwing rice
And I'm married to the cash I
Just had to say it twice
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah put on for my city and
I do it like I’m supposed to
Ballin’ like when Britney cut her hair
I cut the checks fool
I do that d-d-d do that im about my buisness
Like who that who-who-who that
Pushin the Bentley
Everybody staring thats Mister Mclaren
Loco con dinero like-like I
Was speaking spanish shine like a Disco
Dimes think it's Crystal
Said she gotta twin then you
Know I’m callin Brisco
I ain't drink that Dom-P
I ain't drink that Dom-P
Them shawties spill my bottle on
My Parlay Adore jeans
I’ll be fresh all day, yeah yeah
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh always, yeah yeah
Money in my pocket he be talking I be quiet
There they go again smelling like
I wanna buy it shawty think I'm fresh I make
Em wet like fire hydrant
I be on that fly shit
Go from passenger to pilot
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that why do I be stuntin’ to
Be honest I don’t know
Hundred after Hundred I don’t know
I love it l-l-l-l love it I got a problem
Its nothin’ nothin nothin nothin
I'm poppin collars
Last week I flossed on em
Bitch I made a movie
How you doin? Where you been?
Hello to my groupies!
Swagga to the moon man, Gwap in my two hands
You can eat the fruit loops
Wrist full of Toucans
All types of colors, We family like brothers
My cash in my clean can't
Have one without the other i stay
Man I got bitches in my home
And bitches on my phone
I’m like can you call me
Back because SportsCenter is on
I don't mean to come off wrong
But man my money long
I say man my money long
Call me Stretch Armstrong
Big ass chain on my junk yard dog shit
Viagra swagga, fuck all yeall shit
Haha, mike stop the beat
Hear the money talk and it talking about me
White boy fresh…skinny ass pants
But I ball hard like scouts in the stands
I just sit around my house
Blowing ounce like a fan
I flip one of these niggas like Jackie Chan
I ain't worry bout em i just ball out
Man I'm too cold lemme thaw out
Im so Young Money… I got dumb money
Beau-coup bread but a bitch can’t
Get a crumb from me
Money in my pocket he ain't
Coming back to life
I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice
I’m married to the cash
Like somebody throwing rice
And I'm married to the cash I
Just had to say it twice
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah put on for my city and
I do it like I’m supposed to
Ballin’ like when Britney cut her hair
I cut the checks fool
I do that d-d-d do that im about my buisness
Like who that who-who-who that
Pushin the Bentley
Everybody staring thats Mister Mclaren
Loco con dinero like-like I
Was speaking spanish shine like a Disco
Dimes think it's Crystal
Said she gotta twin then you
Know I’m callin Brisco
I ain't drink that Dom-P
I ain't drink that Dom-P
Them shawties spill my bottle on
My Parlay Adore jeans