I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh) Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M) Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch) Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach If I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real? Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah) Four-four-two, geek up the motor, this a old school summer (Skrrt) Inside looking like some crème brûlée, the leather soft as butter (Butter) Raise my right hand up to God and tell a lie and tell your honor ('Bout my brother) I got rich, but every day I wake up looking for a come up Louis Vuitton don, jacket cost a dub, yeah Don Julio (Yeah), turnin' up the club (Yeah) I done cut her off, she's tryna pop out with a scrub (She crazy) I'm putting on that stuff, yeah, Chrome Heart on the Uggs (Yeah) I invest my money in the streets and watch it double Million for the lawyer fees, don't care 'bout getting in trouble I been that, fine shit in my section I be making my watches match my car, I'm really flexing I'm steppin', I'm— I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh) Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M) Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch) Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach If I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real? Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)