S1 - T.G.I.F. lyrics

[Chip Tha Ripper] Knock knock, CuDi open up this Chip Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on, give a penny to a b**h But I'm wit a couple ho's who said they really wanna get Acquainted with some n***as who ain't the average n***as They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flyer then a hundred navis, worth a hundred hundred-stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred sacks Polo that's a given I ain't even gotta mention Candy old-school put you n***as in detention Slabbed n***as deeped-up tool in the clothes I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold [Hook: KiD CuDi] Ay-ay, what it do my dude? I'm living life, dawg, what about you? And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez got a n***a sky-high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the coupe Be damned if a n***a ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right, homey, more or less I gotta thank God I'm fresh [KiD CuDi] Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop I'm super duper Cudi candy-paint the rag-top Can't nobody even tell me I don't sip 'em when I lean But get me to my fans, I'm country to the seas Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'mma say some sh** that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only n***a that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wanna be, but she wanna check, though Dodging and popping pictures like the ho's was working with the law Back in Shaker b**hes, trynna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes that I want and give my n***as what is left I don't know if it's the name or the Bape gum bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's you can't knock 'em Use to have the Honda with the thirty-day tags That was in the past now I'm bout to throw 'em on the Jag [Hook: KiD CuDi] Ay-ay, what it do my dude? I'm living life, dawg, what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez got a n***a sky-high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the coupe Be damned if a n***a ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right, homey, more or less I gotta thank God I'm fresh