Flo Rida
Flo Rida - Fresh I Stay Pt. 2 lyrics
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(feat. Lil Wayne) [Chorus] Silver dollar fresh I stay I’ll be fresh all day, yeah yeah Silver dollar fresh I stay I’ll be fresh always, yeah yeah [repeated] [Flo Rida: Verse 1] Money in my pocket We be talking I be quiet They go again smelling I wanna buy it Shawty think I’m fresh I make em wet like fire hydrant I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot Point it out like gimme that Point it out like gimme that Point it out like gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Why do I be stuntin’ to be honest I don’t know Hundred after Hundred I don’t know I love it l-l-l-l love it I got a problem Its nothin nothin nothin nothin I’m poppin collars Last week I flossed on em, bitch I made a movie How you doin? where you been? Hello to my groupies! Swagga to the moonman, Gwap in my two hands You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Tucan’s All types of colors, We family like brothers My cash in my clean-cake, I throw it out the other I stay... [Chorus] [Lil Wayne: Verse 2] Man I got bitches in my home and bitches on my phone I’m like can you call me back because SportsCenter is on I dont mean to come off wrong But man my money long I say man my money long Call me stretch Armstrong Big ass chain on my junk yard dog shit viagra swagga, fuck all yeall shit haha, Mike stop the beat Hear the money talk and it talking about me White boy fresh...skinny ass pants But I ball hard like scouts in the stands I just sit around my house and blow an ounce like a fan I flip one of these niggas like Jackie Chan I aint worry bout em I just ball out, Man I’m too cold lemme thaw out Im so Young Money... I got dumb money Beaucoup bread but a bitch can’t get a crumb from me. [Chorus] [Flo Rida: Verse 3] Money in my pocket he ain’t coming back to life I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice I’m married to the cash like somebody throwing rice And I’m married to the cash I just had to say it twice Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.. Put on for my city and I do it like I’m supposed to Ballin’ like when Britney cut her hair I cut the checks fool I do that d-d-d-do that I’m about my business Like who that who-who-who that pushin the Bentley Everybody staring thats Mister McLaren Loco con dinero like-like I was speaking spanish Shine like a Disco Dimes think it’s Crystal Said she gotta twin then you know I’m callin Brisco I aint drink that Dom-P I aint drink that Dom-P Them [?] spill my bottle on my parley adore jeans. [Chorus]