(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...



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[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.



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[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.



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