Ruff Ryders - Freaky lyrics

[Akon] Yeah [x12] [Jada] I feel good tonight though I like how this is goin down Mook, what up baby? [Mook] Kiss, what up boy? [Jada] Let's get it [Mook] Got 'em! [Chorus: Akon {w/ ad libs}] I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks With a pocket full of money and I'm ready to cut While shorty lookin at me like she ready to lust I got a king-size waterbed on my tour bus So let's start it off, so let's start it off So let's start it off, so let's start it off And get freaky, freaky Yeah [x17] [Mook] Ay look, models on deck (check) bottles on deck (check) Next year Benz, won't accept nothin less (nothin) I'm in the S (S) 'Kon in the F (F) We on the phone arguin which one is the best Arm is a mess of the [?] with the Ferragamo's like nothin tall when I step (yuch) Custom cut Attolini suit, double pressed I'm a gangsta but still throw it on when I dress (yeah) Tour bus, ten broads on the set Yeah, I pick two and let the mob get the rest Ain't no confusion because they all wanna s** After I (Swizz Beat) one it's (On to the Next) [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Jadakiss] Aiyyo it's Raspy, yeah I put it down with The Lox I'm fresh n***a, L.V. down to the socks The old joint, 17 rounds in the Glock My garage is like, walkin around on the lot Bunch of athletes, whole lot of stars in the spot Honeys everywhere, either you ménagin or not Nobody goin home, all this Patrón and Cîroc (drink up) Cases of Ace, plus we got zones of the pot (kush) The finest fashions, fat a**es, designer gla**es Expensive weaves, nice lashes (uh-huh) Not too drunk, light clashes I put her on the Californian, show her the king of the mattress Uhh [Chorus] [Shella] It's the girl.. I don't wait for dudes to come pick me up, I'm drivin I be in and out new whips like the drive-in Dolo, they know, my best friends are diamonds Never a (Fool) for (Love), no Frankie Lymon Timin, just right when I step on the scene See dudes that ride dirty but they roll clean V.I.P. with the team where we all be Summer set the Blasian, that's what they call me Keen eyeline [?] the bar left Cause he look like he in the Billionaire Boys Club I'm fresh, stay dressed with finesse Make 'em guess what's next; ohh - I'm fresh [Chorus]