Will.i.am, Juicy J - Freshy - 1627979 lyrics

[Will.i.am, Juicy J - Freshy - 1627979 lyrics]

Fly kicks, fly wear, fly gear, fly chair
Fly swag, fly bag
Fly niggers that ain’t fly shit
Your chick, she know, for real, she know
Can’t tell motherfucker, I won’t go, icy
Stay cold this car right here I made, I made
I am, I am, I stay paid
You didn’t know? Now you do
Motherfucker like me stay cool
Iglu, iglu, iglu, cool
Big willy, stay chilly
My money so funny is silly
Look at you, look at me
Look at these, nigga please
What’s this in my pocket? This not if I lie
Big dollar, big dollar, paper guap

What’s that? Oh, this? Freshy, freshy
Freshy, freshy, yep what’s that? Oh, this?
This here? Freshy, freshy
Come and look at this, nigga only here with

High price my cloth, overprice my hoes
New hoes, no fisc make account, lot of chips
Get brain your bitch she loves lot of cash
Going broke ain’t an option
If I want it I'mma have it
Hundred K, that’s nothing
Everybody talking money
Talking chips, that’s done
Start the car, push button
Get trippy, pop pills white girls, snow cold
I do it for the cash, for the drugs, not a ho
Nigga safe when I swear past
Get a bad bitch with a burkon bag
With a drug habbit, just roll the hash
In the strip club throwing cash
In here trapped out, money machine go beep
In here racked out
Counting bands off in my sleep

What’s that? Oh, this? Freshy, freshy
Freshy, freshy, yep what’s that? Oh, this?
This here? Freshy, freshy
Come and look at this, nigga only here with

Hot wheels be hot may what? Maybach
Bu what? Bugatti masa who? Maserati
My chick got body it shakes like jelly
Big tit, big booty, no belly
Big tit, big booty, no belly
My swag, my style, supreme, don’t
So slip, so fresh, so clean, so
My boat, my plane, no more cocaine
Uh uh, don’t sniff, that nigga idea is deep
My brain, I’m smart
This nigga right here gonna start
Big bands, big bands
Gonna do it big like roll this
Mikey, Mikey, Mikey Mouse
Montaga big ol’ house
No niggers sleeping on my couch

What’s that? Oh, this? Freshy, freshy
Lambo, Lambo, Lamborgini
What’s that? Oh, this? Flush it, flush it
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Vuiton, Christian, Louis Vuiton, red bottom
All colors, all types I got ‘em
I study, I bought them
I rock, I wear, that shit you won
Peace on, peace on, peace on Laurent
Your style be old, play out baggy
My style new shit, way out swaying
Freshy, yep, expensive, yep
I'mma buy me a jumbo jet
Least set to the New York jets
Balling, balling, balling big
Shot calling, shot calling, shot calling
Yeah

What’s that? Oh, this? Freshy, freshy
Lambo, Lambo, Lamborgini
What’s that? Oh, this? Flush it, flush it
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Louis
What’s that? Oh, this? Freshy, freshy
Freshy, freshy, yep what’s that? Oh, this?
This here? Freshy, freshy
Come and look at this, nigga only here with

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