Okay, I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scentYeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M)Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch)Money coming in, I put my nanny in ChanelMade it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a MaybachIf I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real?Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)
First of all, I am not a trickLil' bitty bitch, but I'll boss you upI like when she post a picture in some shitI bought for her (I bought that)Pack out, rock out shows around the globeI got my offers up (I want that)Fashion shows want me front rowI'm bringin' my coffee cup (Excuse mе)Tryna make all my greats outweigh my goodsI hopе my heart don't bust (Bust)You look better with my skin, your boyfriend's an eyesore (Ew)
Really came from nothing (Yeah)Living in a hotel with my sisters and my mama (Thuggin')First Black man to do it where I'm from, I'm like Obama now (No cap)Motorcade through traffic when I'm in the townDope-boy swag forever, I went Evisus off the Pelle (Pelle)I got diamond songs, rock Air Force 1s, earrings like NellyShe had tried to play, I hit her biggest opp, I'm petty (I'm petty)Country boy, I got four hundred bands inside a Chevy
I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scentYeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M)Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch)Money coming in, I put my nanny in ChanelMade it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a MaybachIf I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real?Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)
Four-four-two, geek up the motor, this a old school summer (Skrrt)Inside looking like some crème brûléeThe leather soft as butter (Butter)Raise my right hand up to God and tell a lieAnd tell your honor ('Bout my brother)I got rich, but every day I wake up looking for a come upLouis Vuitton don, jacket cost a dub, yeahDon Julio (Yeah), turnin' up the club (Yeah)I done cut her off, she's tryna pop out with a scrub (She crazy)I'm putting on that stuff, yeah, Chrome Heart on the Uggs (Yeah)I invest my money in the streets and watch it doubleMillion for the lawyer fees, don't care 'bout getting in troubleI been that, fine shit in my sectionI be making my watches match my car, I'm really flexingI'm steppin', I'm—
I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scentYeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M)Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch)Money coming in, I put my nanny in ChanelMade it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a MaybachIf I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real?Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)