Lyrics FRESH - Metta Mane

I look so damn fresh
If looks could kill my fit would Shoot
Dress to impress get in line follow Suit
I been getting money counting Blues
Attracting b's like honey they stick To dude
I can't be yo savior i cant save a Bitch i play her
Designer shades don't pay attention All i see is paper
Dont got no time for playin talking Business what you saying
Dont running round getting paper Up you runnin round u playin

Hop out the club hop in the whip
Gotta clean bitch takin dirty pics I'm feeling drunk she feeling lit
I spent a dub too damn quick
I ain't gotta trip no mo money Coming in
Hear knock at the door
Ima let it in n invite some more
100 times ten ain't enough no mo
Shawty say she hate me but she Love me tho
She can feel the tension but she Love it tho
You can not ignore it this is talent Hoe
Im catching attention cause my fit Is dope

You know me i ain't worried about Shit im pissin off the money
These haters stay mad n i find it real Funny
We cannot relate its the realest who Taught me
You know that the cheapest hoes Gone fall for the money
Smoking on clouds witta bitch but It look real sunny
Take her to the mall shii i buy a lil Something
Made so much shii i lost count of The money
I just copped brand new fit only Cost $800