Cain Marko - Fresh Lyrics

Got the bape
With the balmain jeans on
A Nigga been in his bag lately
And Ion mean the supreme one
Just went shoppin at staks baby
And i had me a pre rolled
And a nigga better not say one word bout
Cuz we on
Supreme hat with laces in it
Margiela wit no laces in em
We on a different pace than niggas
Cant f*ck wit no basic bitches
Got on red bottoms im not chashin bitches
These shoes cost way to much
I really cant act the same as niggas
Lately shit been drastic
Im sick with this ballin babe
I feel just like magic
Im gone hit the the mall today
I needd me some high fashion
That dope keep on callin me
I think i am an addict
All i need is money dont care bout being famous
Yeah yeah
We step out and we all ballin
That's why these niggas hate us

Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yeah)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (I be gettin fresh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yeah)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (I be gettin fresh)

Now a nigga rockin that vlone
This drio boostin my ego
Double g on my feet oh
Had to up my weed dose
Cheese on my fingers
Dorito
The inside loubis sole is brown
Just like nino
I feel so fantastic
I been so damn high lately
I feel like aladdin
And Aint no more ramen
Now its shrimp and crab legs
Cuz a i been out here makin plays
Just like madden
And all i need is respect
I dont care if these niggas like me
No no no
The fame it dont mean nothing
Without the cake and the icing
Woahhhh

Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yeah)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (I be gettin fresh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yeah)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (I be gettin fresh)

Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yeah)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (I be gettin fresh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (Yeah)
Fresh, Fresh (Yuh)
Fresh, Fresh (I be gettin fresh)