M-M-M Hunh Uh Used to save them bottles Uh I ain't never been scared of nothin' I'm my life, dog If I see it, I got it already Uh Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) You never seen a brick, I pray to God my team get rich (pray to God) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) You never seen a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Did a deal with Puma, but Nike, I keep a hundred pair Stop goin' to Silver Spring, I found out I was wanted there They gon' bring us so many bottles, the club gonna stare (watch) Thinkin' you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here (dub) Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain't my cousin We spark it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin' Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin' This ain't your average life, they get excited when I come in On top now, started just underground like Tubman (Harriet) Thought you was the son, but you wasn't since yo' daddy left House full of Belair, kick 'em out like they Jazzy Jeff (bye bye) Uh Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) You never seen a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (my bad) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) You never seen a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare M-M-Maybach Music Your bitch still on my dick but delete the DM (boss) The Lamborghini's in the street and she know that it's him (woo) My vodka rum matchin' the beats and it cost me two M's (huh) These other niggas rappin' rich when we know you pretend (ahh) I'm always runnin' late but the money in crates (ahh) Black bottle and two M and a wonderful date (hahaha) 305, MIA, oh, a wonderful place (wooo) Bought a Checkers to feed my bitches them fries with a shake (rich nigga) Got her rubbin' on my chest like Justin Timberlake (tell 'em) My Belair 'cross the table all the dinner dates (dreams) Brett Berish on the phone, he billin' every day (Brett) She know Rozay rockin' ice, now let it marinate M-M-Maybach Music Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) You never seen a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (my bad) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) You never seen a brick, I pray to God my team get rich (you never seen a brick) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare (stare, stare)