Young Money - Fresher Than Ever

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]

Yea, man we came from the bottom

Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!

Man these women treat you different when you popping

Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em

Deep Sea Diving

And i'm just happy that a nigga made it

And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table

Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit

Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick

Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga

Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga

God as my witness, ima be the one nigga

Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga

10 killers can't amount to this one nigga

I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga

Momma told em kill em with my music slowly

The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe

Now get it nigga!

[Bridge 1: Birdman]

Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga

We out there shining and trappin

Just know it's real out there, so be real out there

Stacks on top of stacks

Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]

Swerve on a hater like, "fuck your life"

Just out of spite, if that's your girl then I'mma fuck her twice

We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice

I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price

If its about money, you can count me in

I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10

End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again

Rappers thinks they nice

Congrats, they must have found my pen

Shit is real I take it to the heart now

I never gave a fuck so why start now?

You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now

Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now

Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now

I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now

What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it

Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it

Young Money!

[Bridge 2: Birdman]

Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed

Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet

But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga

Ball baby ball, you understand me?

From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man

[Verse 3: Flow]

Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap

Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet

Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift

Bandanna tied 'round my head on my Pac shit

Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail

Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal

You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him

All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective

And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas

Had a talk with Birdman he told me "kill these lil bitches"

Man they can't fuck wit me

I hope they second guess

Nigga you ain't raw

Like dope that's re compressed

I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die

You better stay in line

Or chalk you out, now you outlined

Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out

Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]

Uh, man fuck these niggas

When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas

Got a fresh pair of jays

All gold shades

Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise

But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid

Customized life, I got it made

Boy you know my chicks is like speakers

12's and 15's with mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)

Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya

Ya momma should've swallowed ya

Ya daddy ain't proud of ya

Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin

Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin

The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin

If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin

Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas

I'm in the water like a pirate

You gassed i'm a hybrid

Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt

And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp

You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka

I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper

I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa

Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah

I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse

Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche

You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch

You's a sidewalk nigga

For that side talk nigga

I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga

And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga

I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian

Bitch I ball hard

Sugar-Slim my sports agent

Young Paul George

I'm Indiana Pacing

Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift

We the ones to fear though

Strong like the Chapperos

Allergic to normal, certified weirdos

Niggas online be like " FUCK YOU! " I be like ditto

I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo

Hungry Hungry Hippo

Don't cha' be greedy

I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy

With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired

It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire

I'm Gone

[Outro: Birdman]

Yea, you understand me?

Lil Young Money killers

Cash Money gangstas

Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer

Big money over here boy, you understand me?

From the turf puttin in work

Ocean City view nigga

It's real out'chea boy

I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch

Yea, holla at me boy

Fresher Than Ever nigga x3

• Artist:Young Money
• Album:ng Money: Rise Of An Empire