You want my shoes? You want my shirt? My too, n-gga?
you need to Go n getcha some, go go n getcha (x4)
FRESH, fresh I'm wrapped in plastic Polo, Louis to Gucci, like one fresh jacket They lookin' at a n-gga, that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the that this cash get
You can't afford the price, so why the hell you ask it? These faggots tried to it, get their ass in a casket Ya honey love me, she the fashion, & I call her baby girl, like her dad did There's 100s on my paper like a ass class kid I'm on top my rap, like an ad lib And you should holler mama, Dolce and Gabbana whole lot o mama, Fendi and a Prada So you to Go n getcha some', go go n some (x2)
But to get boy, you got to be rich, or sum & my attire, hard, like my dick or sum I more than ends meet, My nigga Big told me it was the Benji's I'm in the limelight, til the point my green livin' my dreams, til the you should pinch me to me
FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh I'm rich, bitch, see the shit this cash get Well you to Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)
If I told you where to get it, you n-ggas wouldn't grab it just to it, you gotta add an accent & they askin can they call me grocery store, cuz my full of paper and plastic man, you not avoiding my Asian, excuse the lil' Ape in ya face, it Bathing & when the heat blaze on beams, you scream, I scream for some ass ice cream
Well you to go n getcha some, go go n some (x2)
These brawds really thinkin, they gon get em' sum, so they try to care of me, like I'm sick or sum There's some things, I don't like, I them Nikes But not the on whites, forget the price tags 'Cause I get I like, & you're girl lookin' for me Because she the pipe, ya digg
FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in Polo, Louis to Gucci, like one fresh jacket They lookin' at a n-gga, like one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit this cash get Well you to Go n getcha some, go go n some (x4)
The on my ass is satin and its sad n You think you could afford fabric When it comes to the hoes all the man like this Cuz I'm clean cut and handle them baggage Atheists turn Christian when I rock my True It's that real when I'm rockin These n-ggas wonder what they have on me I'm to my roots like LRG So you to go n some, go go n getcha some (x2)
Pose for the hoes they wanna take a pic or somethin Hop up in the they might wanna let me stick em some The rag 'round my neck the outfit I'm out with brawds you be watchin from your But Imma need money respect a little piece of Jesus and I threw em round my neck that's
FRESH, fresh like I'm in plastic Polo, Louis to Gucci, like one fresh jacket They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit this cash get you need to Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)