MR FRESH (feat. Carlos Perez)

Yeah yeah yeah
Waddup
Hold up
Yeah
Tryna wake up tryna get this pay cut
And we summer haze
Let it be a hottie day
Sommer Ray
Golden hour every day
What you say
My crew doing the most
Burnin' on the sun
Jet lag and we gon' pop like air bags
Air Max reachin' new heights you can't pass
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I just make my little beats and watch the money come
I see y'all like the way I thrift I gotchu all dressed up like bums
Crate diggin' for these records, findin' my favorite drums
An outlaw on the run so hide your face, what are you fucking dumb?
I like it out West, but girl you ain't out West
I'm driftin' like take a nap on the desk
Wake up Mr. West
So Mr. Fresh
Got the Yankees shirt up on my back
And you know I'm single-stitchin'
New projects comin' soon if you'd politely quit your bitchin'
Different sonic spectrum
A brand new pot to piss in
A hater lookin' at me weird like
"He ain't rich yet?"
I caught him laughin' but
He ain't noticed I took his
Yet
It's HusH