Skinnies On, Chucks on, with a TRUKFIT Hat
Keep runnin' yo mouth, see my baseball bat'
pus*y n*ggas move aside, Fresh Money has arrived
No one wanna fight me, everyone that has died
I be on that trippy sh*t, b*tches call me Juicy J
I love me some pus*y, so you know that I ain't gay
Fresh Money, F.M.E, b*tch ya better say the name
It's my crew all day, everyone else is lame
Ha!, Blood Gang, red flag, red as a tomato
I will peel ya skin off, you are a potato
Uh, I like wet pus*y, no dry hoe
Put a gun to ya damn head, so die hoe
Damn, I be saying crazy sh*t
Damn, ya girl call ya baby di*k
Yeah, the album bout to ship out
A n*gga wanna fight me, I ain't bout to wimp out
Uh, & Stone kings til I see god's light
She gone pull that pus*y out, Man I'm about to bite
Yeah, Fresh Mula, b*tch!