Fresh Cut Friday lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, what's worse than a broke b*tch? Two of 'em
Hit the mall, ayy, ayy, ayy (Who is FortWoe and that's it?)

[Verse 1]
b*tch want a real boss? Come with Rick Ross
I know you see the banana clip, you better peel off
I ain't even wanna f*ck, somethin' feel off
Hmm, I had to act like I'm still soft (b*tch)
Point me where the rackies at, b*tch, I'm snatchin' that
Thirty-ball every draw, b*tch, I averaged that (Thirty-ball)
Any energy you give, b*tch, I'm matchin' that (Yeah, I'm matchin' that)
Put your b*tch on the 'Gram, douple tappin' that
I could really up pieces (Yeah), she a drunk demon
Broke n*gga, you ain't ballin', you had a tough season
All my n*ggas extraed out, they ain't need one reason (One)
It's a movie in this clip, you wanna come?

[Chorus]
Hey, what's worse than a broke b*tch? (What?) Two of 'em
Hit the mall on some chill sh*t, still blew somethin'
Ayy, baby, eat the di*k, yeah, come chew somethin'
Hmm, Fresh Cut Friday, I spent two hundred, ayy

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you a one-time f*ck (She a one-time f*ck)
Thick sh*t, yeah, I like that lil' [?]
Bro just poured somebody rank in this cup (He pourin' up that drank)
Walk up on me, n*ggas ran outta luck, ayy
Give me head, give me head (Give me head)
Better live your best life, you don't wanna end up dead, huh
Percocet, pass the meds
I don't like to repeat myself, b*tch, you heard what I said
Chike without his buffs like Wayne without his cup
I ain't goin' back and forth, boy, it's up
She done threw a little— and I can't get enough
Why, I'll get you flipped, get you plucked
Ayy, she wanna— uh, give me head, give me head
Hit your missionary when I'm liftin' up them legs
Hatin' n*gga— f*ck around and get shred
Might get pulled if I'm on the upper from this leg
[Chorus]
Hey, what's worse than a broke b*tch? (What?) Two of 'em
Hit the mall on some chill sh*t, still blew somethin'
Ayy, baby, eat the di*k, yeah, come chew somethin'
Hmm, Fresh Cut Friday, I spent two hundred, n*gga