Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa

This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it girl Fresh like, uh; Impala, uh Chrome hydraulics, 808

So fresh it's illegal (Fresh) Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe) Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe) Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe) Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh) Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo) Please, please, make sure

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

Yeah, I don't wanna her unless she swallow Ay, gettin' money like I won the lotto Uh, uh, yeah, all hunnids that's my motto Uh, yeah, money don't fall Yeah, kick a J, with some penny loaf Fresh down 'till my socks though I don't wanna her unless she