Verse 1
Look, back in the studio
Chillin' with a couple hoes
Squad & Slick in here, those my f*ckin' bros
Nobody f*ckin' with them, nobody f*cking with me
Tell that b*tch right there, to get over here & f*ck with me
Yeah, I tear that pus*y to pieces
In every human, fear is the weakness
But, I'm no human, n*gga I'm a martian
I will kill you n*ggas, just like a spartan
Yeah, I'm back, n*gga did you miss me
Call it Drake, cause I know you n*ggas missed me
Uh, LilSquad my n*gga, He outside the booth
These n*ggas sweeter than a Babe Ruth
FME been here, you n*ggas can scoot
Click-Clack, I'm bout to shoot
Fresh Money my life, Ima stay til the end
You know I ball, somebody call ESPN
Shot out Young Hollis, I got the kid young
Let these new rappers know that the kid won
By the kid I mean you, sh*t you knew that
sh*t My crew on top, so your crew wack
Hold up, Ima let the mic rest
Yeah, b*tch I'm back, back on the scene
People at concerts say I'm the best they've ever seen
I be like "Yeah, Ima Fresh Money Soldier"
I texted ya girl "Bae, I can't wait to hold ya"
Yeah, I got 60 G's in my pocket
I'm a trending topic
Yeah, I kill young rappers....Terminator
That chick talking sh*t to Ney? Terminate her.......
Uh, Yeah Fresh Mula Baby!!!!!!!!!