Young Money, Birdman, Mack Maine, Flow (YM), Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda - Fresher Than Ever lyrics

Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!
Man these women treat you
Different when you popping
Well I ain't tripping i'm just
Tryna get inside em deep Sea Diving
And i'm just happy that a nigga made it
And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table
Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit
Now i'm in the foreign
Mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back
These niggas hating on a young nigga
Stand up nigga i will never run nigga
God as my witness, ima be the one nigga
Shock the world
And let em watch my kingdom come nigga
10 killers can't amount to this one nigga
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe
Now get it nigga!

Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga
We out there shining and trappin
Just know it's real out there
So be real out there stacks on top of stacks
Bitches, whips, floss
Gettin in puttin it in nigga

Swerve on a hater like, "fuck your life"
Just out of spite
If that's your girl then I'mma fuck her twice
We ain't from here
If you ain't known better tuck your ice
I'll put a brick on your head
Consider that your price
If it's about money, you can count me in
I'll turn 50 to 100 before
You can count to 10
End up missing fuckin with Millz
Never found again rappers thinks they nice
Congrats, they must have found my pen
Shit is real I take it to the heart now
I never gave a fuck so why start now?
You boys goldfish
Swimming with the sharks now
Fuck what you drive
Just know you will get parked now
Millzy in this bitch
And now i'm on the top now
I used to want the streets, got those
I want the charts now
What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy
Hibbert hater forget it young Money!

Yea, where I from nigga
Even killas get killed just the life boy
The bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet
But at the end of the day
It's all about that money nigga
Ball baby ball, you understand me?
From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from
A mill to these mills man

Okay, them birds fly high but
We get them bitches cheap
Table full of coke who say
Two mountains never meet
Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift
Bandanna tied 'round my head on my Pac shit
Watch em run and yell bitch
Nigga tuck your tail
Click-Clack (BAH! BAH) throw the Glock in the canal
You know young'n keep it real
So you gotta respect him
All my niggas kill for
Me they so overprotective
And what's up with these rappers
I ain't feeling these niggas
Had a talk with Birdman he told
Me "kill these lil bitches"
Man they can't fuck wit me
I hope they second guess nigga you ain't raw
Like dope that's re compressed
I'll kick in your fuckin door
Everybody in your house die
You better stay in line
Or chalk you out, now you outlined
Try to show his ass
Fucked around and got assed out
Rich Gang bitch but I do
This for the have nots

Uh, man fuck these niggas
When I strike i'm sparing
Everything but these niggas
Got a fresh pair of jays all gold shades
Rapping like the boss
Lookin and i'm tryna get a raise
But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid
Customized life, I got it made
Boy you know my chicks is like speakers
12's and 15's with mad rump in the
Trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)
Fuck Twitter nigga in real
Life nobody follows ya
Ya momma should've swallowed ya
Ya daddy ain't proud of ya
Them niggas that you with ain't got
Ya back ya crew frontin
Bunch of pump fakers acting like
They gon' shoot somethin
The coupe that I copped the
Other day was 2 somethin
If I mash on the gas that
Bitch go bout 2 somethin
Young Mack my driver but
I'm Captain Phillips niggas
I'm in the water like a pirate
You gassed i'm a hybrid
Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt
And get my weed off my
Family tree that's granddaddy purp
You get found under the? in
The trunk by the bazooka
I'm on the side of the road
Just like a state trooper
I run up in your castle
Steal your princess King Koopa
Better have some weed in that bitch
If you pass me that hookah
I need the cover of the Forbes
Before i leave my corpse
Streets say that i'm abusive
I always whip the Porsche
You ain't in the streets you
Just jumped off the porch
You's a sidewalk nigga
For that side talk nigga
I'll barbecue your ribs when
The fire spark nigga
And tonight i'm in the six i
Left the five parked nigga
I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian
Bitch I ball hard sugar-Slim my sports agent
Young Paul George i'm Indiana Pacing
Surging with that yappa i'll give
Ya ass a facelift we the ones to fear though
Strong like the Chapperos
Allergic to normal, certified weirdos
Niggas online be like " FUCK YOU!
" I be like ditto
I'm coolin puffing good with lil
Izo at the cribbo hungry Hungry Hippo
Don't cha' be greedy
I get rich with my rich gang
And give to the needy
With Mack in the building pimps
Retire or get fired
It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire
I'm Gone

Yea, you understand me?
Lil Young Money killers cash Money gangstas
Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer
Big money over here boy, you understand me?
From the turf puttin in work
Ocean City view nigga it's real out'chea boy
I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch
Yea, holla at me boy fresher Than Ever nigga