Fresh 2 def

I get that money, let the money walk to me I get that money and I let it talk to me I just coped some rude, just the way I f*ck my check up bad bitch call me rude, just the way I f*ck her head up In a different time zone and I'm making bread I can't fucking lie, the money getting to my head Think I'm crazy or something, but the money talk to me Let me talk my shit, I can make the money flip easter pink drink sitting in my double cup Why these niggas moving weird, choppa put you up lame ass niggas talking shit, I'ma have to smoke a opp Polka dot, smoke a opp , only head shots Knock em off, hot shot, call it brain rot At your block, sounding like some pop rocks Pop up like some signs and we make the block stop Hopscotch, shot a nigga like he in the Bronx I get that money, let the money walk to me I get that money and I let it talk to me I get that money and don't f*ck with nobody if it's not about money, why the f*ck we talking Feel like Cena, i can't see a pussy nigga Feel like Mike Tyson, diamonds biting niggas Taking flights across the world just to rock my show Bad bitch named Selena and she rock Celine Met her across the world at this fashion show She a pretty bitch, she like them runway shows Fresh to death, dress my bitch up like a barbie Pockets still on fat, know I'm padded up Like a running back, just the way I run this shit Big ass jeans feel like a raider, I'm on top of shit All black tinted, Balenci glasses, I can't see these niggas Pussy nigga, he a op , I'ma bleed a nigga I'm on top with this bitch, I might take her under I put that shit on everyday Fresh to death, the way I kill these niggas