DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh
Huh, these hoes dorky as fuck, I'm in a Porsche rolling up
Finna shake the scene on these muhfuckas all at once
I counted a hunnid G's, before I even order lunch
Jet Life on the screen, bitch, the planes always number one
Look at what I done, illegitimate rap sons
Don't wanna admit where they get it from, I ain't mad at 'em
I ain't forget it, I ain't dumb, I ain't shocked, and I ain't stunned
And I be expecting the worst out muhfuckas from the jump
Ain't no surprises when you get as high as I get
I see 'em plotting, they hating, tryna camouflage it
Mad at my garages, all the classics parked inside
It's not my muhfuckin' problem, you need to go talk to somebody
Need to talk to a therapist, dawg, you need some help with this
Benz Sprinter to Texas, I'm in here watching Death Wish
Custom interior built for big executives
Tour bus got the studio, and the muhfuckin chef in it
If time is of the essence, then we jet to it
You got to keep her because I ain't select your bitch
Although I almost left with it
I got sidetracked by another chick, by the exit
So clearly that's who I left with
Your girl texting me on some extra-upset shit
I'm high—sometimes I forget, miss
Huh, that don't mean that you're not on my next-list
I'm talkin' 'bout my next-to-be-stretched list
Now you're my ex-girl cause I'm on with the next-girl
Talkin' 'bout my next-ex-bitch, huh
Now you're my ex-girl cause I'm on with the next-girl
Huh (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
