Fresh lyrics

[Intro]
Seven-hundred-dollar sweater, this sh*t, n*gga
Five, six-hundred-dollar jeans, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Thousand-dollar belts, this sh*t, n*gga
Big n*gga on that fresh sh*t
I'm on that fresh sh*t
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Big n*gga, know he stay the freshest (Off the rip)
Rockstar jeans off a pair of sky [?] 11s
Latest Don C hat off the Kenzo sweater
In rehab, spillin' lean on a pair of Giuseppes (Uh)
Bad b*tches blow my head up, love the way I be dressin'
Might just take one to the mall with me and let her dress me
Versace drawers, Burberry belt, you know I'm extra
I got a b*tch that get my shoes early, so I bless her (Every time)
Young rich n*gga, I do rich n*gga sh*t (Yeah)
I don't wear the Polo tees if they ain't slim fit (At all)
Y'all n*ggas look like y'all broke, I dress like I'm the sh*t (Look at me)
Off the rip, the freshest big n*gga in this b*tch (Let's get it), period

[Chorus]
Big n*gga on that fresh sh*t
Big fat n*gga on that fresh sh*t
b*tches love me 'cause I be on that fresh sh*t
Every time, I be on that fresh sh*t
I'm a big n*gga on that fresh sh*t
Big fat n*gga on that fresh sh*t
Head to toe, n*gga, I be on that fresh sh*t
Got a check, too, and I be on that fresh sh*t
[Verse 2]
If you n*ggas ain't fresh, then get away from me
Might try to step on my shoe, you might be hatin' on me
It's different levels to this sh*t, homie, it's A's and B's
How the f*ck you gon' get fresh if you ain't makin' no cheese?
Think about that, now think about this (Yeah)
I just paid damn near two stacks for one outfit
Might do the Louie belt and might not do the shoes
Might just throw them Timbs on and let the laces hang loose, n*gga
What you know about the Neiman Marcus jumpsuit, n*gga?
Got the b*tch gray and I got it navy blue, n*gga
And they wonder why I spend a check on this sh*t (Why?)
'Cause back in the day, I used to break my neck for this sh*t, let's get it, yeah

[Chorus]
Big n*gga on that fresh sh*t
Big fat n*gga on that fresh sh*t
b*tches love me 'cause I be on that fresh sh*t
Every time, I be on that fresh sh*t
I'm a big n*gga on that fresh sh*t
Big fat n*gga on that fresh sh*t
Head to toe, n*gga, I be on that fresh sh*t
Got a check, too, and I be on that fresh sh*t (Ayy)

[Verse 3]
Seventy, eighty different pair of shoes, n*gga
Forty pair of jeans in one room, n*gga
Sittin' here like what I'm finna wear?
Did them b*tches on time, I'm finna buy another pair, ayy (Ayy)
Seventy, eighty different pair of shoes, n*gga
Two hundred T-shirts in one room, n*gga (I got all this sh*t right now, n*gga)
All kind of different belts
All kind of different hats, cash this sh*t off the shelf, ayy (Yeah)
[Outro]
I get fresh for nothin', n*gga
I jump up and get fresh for no reason, n*gga
It don't matter what I'm doin', n*gga, I'm fresh, n*gga
King, n*gga, big boy fresh sh*t, you hear me?
Make these fat n*ggas spend a check around this b*tch, n*gga
Make these hoes wanna f*ck, n*gga, let's get it
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Them hoes love to see a fat n*gga jump out, n*gga, saggin', n*gga, with that sh*t in both pockets hangin', n*gga
Chains on, n*gga smellin' like that sh*t, n*gga
Gettin' money, n*gga, you hear me?
That's what we do, n*gga, big boy sh*t, n*gga, Ghetto Boyz, let's get it