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fresh money - finale lyrics

intro:dj superstar
yeah, this right here is fresh money, first up is my main man
lilsquad, get ’em!

verse 1:lil squad
yeah, comin’ straight off the jet, to the studio
& i hate all these people who sayin’ coolio
when i was unsigned people would say “who he yo”
then j, saw me, he said i’m one of the best who he know
i will take ya head off, & shoot it like a free throw
and “i have a dream” the best that dr. king ever spoke
i just stay on that kush, so i ain’t worried bout c0ke

dj superstar:
yeah next up we got my n-gga og!

verse 2: lil og
yeah, it’s been a minute since i last went off
gucci on ya cd, turn that has been off
two mill heading to my mom, just sent off
put a d-ck in her mouth, until that b-tch cough
yeah, my house like a complex
i’m gone off this sh-t lil c comin’ next

dj superstar: yeah next up is my lil n-gga c get em c!

verse 3: lil c
yeah, it’s lil c in this b-tch
ya flow stink, like some pee in this b-tch
uh, the last line stupid
this weed got me twisted, like a f-ckin’ arubics
i turned on a lil b song, & said yo who’s this
yeah, his sh-t kind of suckish
and y’all some racist b-tches, call ya uncle ruckus
put the ak up, you better try & duck this
i got the one’s up, & i bet you won’t touch this

dj superstar: yeah, next we got the very talented, lil soldier

verse 4:lil soldier
yeah, where i come from, people call me soldier boy
pull the pistol from the back, & i will hold ya boy
you were my slave, until i sold ya boy
uh, nah, that’s breaking the law
any n-gga wanna rumble, i’m a break his jaw
yeah, red on, but no flag in the back pocket
you can’t even get no high, like a bad rocket
f-ck any challenger, cause there just a bad rocket
shot gun pulled up, get away or you can hear me c-ck it

dj superstar: and now, the boss!!!

verse 5: lil jj
uh, fresh money, we’re so in this b-tch
and you can’t f-ck with me, this the c.e.o in this b-tch
some n-ggas like huey, they got a afro that’s so thick
blood game my n-gga, da, da, doe in this b-tch!
yeah, shot out to the boss he go bye mack-maine
you can’t holler at me, i’m in the back plane
& you can talk yo sh-t, i spray up yo back mane
just stay on that weed, cause crack’s lame
superstar ain’t get off, man that’s lame
yeah, og ill, c bad, soldier k!llin’
ain’t gon’ talk about boogie, cause that n-gga stealin’
& i’m in the mula ocean, hundreds gettin’ reeled it
uh, as i p-ss around, i see the faithful crew
don’t talk sh-t cause i’ll kane & able you
i will kidnap ya wife, ya son, & ya brother able two
uh, this the c.e.o
and fresh money at the top of the game, n-gga we know!
fresh mula babyyyyyyyyyyy!!

- fresh money lyrics

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