Skinnies On, Chucks on, with a TRUKFIT Hat Keep runnin' yo mouth, see my baseball bat' p**y n***as move aside, Fresh Money has arrived No one wanna fight me, everyone that has died I be on that trippy sh**, b**hes call me Juicy J I love me some p**y, so you know that I ain't gay Fresh Money, F.M.E, b**h ya better say the name It's my crew all day, everyone else is lame Ha!, Blood Gang, red flag, red as a tomato I will peel ya skin off, you are a potato Uh, I like wet p**y, no dry hoe Put a gun to ya damn head, so die hoe Damn, I be saying crazy sh** Damn, ya girl call ya baby dick Yeah, the album bout to ship out A n***a wanna fight me, I ain't bout to wimp out Uh, & Stone kings til I see god's light She gone pull that p**y out, Man I'm about to bite Yeah, Fresh Mula, b*tch!