Lyrics Freshman - Gucci Mane

I remember when I was a freshman
You would think that a stylist dressed me (no)
You can't tell me nothing bout how to dress bitch
I'm the freshest nigga ever that got fresh bitch
With some ice cause I need some refreshments
My niggas don't pour nothing unless off 4
We get money bitch I don't mean to stress it
Don't come round me unless you know to dress bitch

My bitch is so fly man she so jazzy
Everytime you see her she be smashing
She classy than a bitch but she get nasty
If I wouldn't get money I know she'd trust me
I give it to her she don't gotta ask me
I'm sipping lean my voice is kinda raspy
Attractive and I met her at the classic
Was passing kush but then I let her pass me
Is you married baby hope don't mind me asking
I told her I hate haters with a passion
Hang with me I can put you up on fashion
You fine as hell but man you just so damn old fashion
You coordinated too good you need to try mismatch it
I got that extra big pack I swear I do gymnastics
She told me fuck that shit cause baby I'm acrobatic
And I can suck that dick backwards you know you like that
Wop

I remember when I was a freshman
You would think that a stylist dressed me (no)
You can't tell me nothing bout how to dress bitch
I'm the freshest nigga ever that got fresh bitch
With some ice cause I need some refreshments
My niggas don't pour nothing unless off 4
We get money bitch I don't mean to stress it
Don't come round me unless you know to dress bitch

Fly kid
Bitches love to see me in fly kicks
Rocking Tom Ford
Hoes stand in line for my Concord
The teacher love to see me coming right on the chalkboard
Draped up from head to toe
Designer and diamonds
Hoes got a crush on a player
Get her ear smiling
Had to dope boy freshman in a BBC letterman
Ferragamo buckle, Versace Medusa accessory
Louis Vuitton duffle, 100k nothing but Benjamins
I'm a fucking freshman in the same car the principal in
OG bags bunking I'mma go and throw them Forgis on it
Bunking out the locker all the hoes say they voting for me
One number nine they say they love that fucking aroma on me

I remember when I was a freshman
You would think that a stylist dressed me (no)
You can't tell me nothing bout how to dress bitch
I'm the freshest nigga ever that got fresh bitch
With some ice cause I need some refreshments
My niggas don't pour nothing unless off 4
We get money bitch I don't mean to stress it
Don't come round me unless you know to dress bitch

Yeah bitch it's funny how time change
Back in the day nigga didn't have nothing
To bring motherfucking freshmen nigga
You ain't wanna give a nigga no pussy you was a scene
You was five, look at you now bitch
You got a thousand children with a thousand baby daddies
I'm riding clean
I'm driving good, we riding good, we fucking good
You jetted, bad body bitch
Bitch you built up like a BMW body made wrong
Bitch you got a gullah
If you don't know what a gullah is
That's that shit up on your stomach before it get to your pussy bitch
Get some clothes on
Everybody can't wear spandex and you one of them motherfuckers
But bitch you like the Michelin Man
You like a bumb and braids and circus bitch
Like that motherfucker that ride around on they ball
Get clown looking motherfucker all that make up hold your hoe
One thing about you baby so
Come get you some money man
We'll buy that pussy just for the hell of it cause bitch you was soft
But you ain't really got shit
Bigger hoe, eat you some ramen noodles
Put some bologna in it bitch and call
Yourself a motherfucking player bitch
We eat steak and shrimp getting our dicks sucked
You ain't nothing