Letra de Dead Fresh - Lil Baby

Okay, I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)

Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent

Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M)

Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch)

Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel

Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach

If I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real?

Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)

First of all, I am not a trick

Lil' bitty bitch, but I'll boss you up

I like when she post a picture in some shit I bought for her (I bought that)

Pack out, rock out shows around the globe, I got my offers up (I want that)

Fashion shows want me front row, I'm bringin' my coffee cup (Excuse me)

Tryna make all my greats outweigh my goods, I hope my heart don't bust (Bust)

You look better with my skin, your boyfriend's an eyesore (Ew)

Really came from nothing (Yeah)

Living in a hotel with my sisters and my mama (Thuggin')

First Black man to do it where I'm from, I'm like Obama now (No cap)

Motorcade through traffic when I'm in the town

Dope-boy swag forever, I went Evisus off the Pelle (Pelle)

I got diamond songs, rock Air Force 1s, earrings like Nelly

She had tried to play, I hit her biggest opp, I'm petty (I'm petty)

Country boy, I got four hundred bands inside a Chevy

I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)

Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent

Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M)

Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch)

Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel

Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach

If I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real?

Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)

Four-four-two, geek up the motor, this a old school summer (Skrrt)

Inside looking like some crème brûlée, the leather soft as butter (Butter)

Raise my right hand up to God and tell a lie and tell your honor ('Bout my brother)

I got rich, but every day I wake up looking for a come up

Louis Vuitton don, jacket cost a dub, yeah

Don Julio (Yeah), turnin' up the club (Yeah)

I done cut her off, she's tryna pop out with a scrub (She crazy)

I'm putting on that stuff, yeah, Chrome Heart on the Uggs (Yeah)

I invest my money in the streets and watch it double

Million for the lawyer fees, don't care 'bout getting in trouble

I been that, fine shit in my section

I be making my watches match my car, I'm really flexing

I'm steppin', I'm—

I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)

Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent

Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah), every one of us got M's (M-M)

Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah), ho, get out my ear (Bitch)

Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel

Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach

If I lose it all, is you gon' hold it down for real?

Hold up, hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)

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