T.G.I.F. (feat. Chip tha Ripper)

Thank God I'm fresh

Knock-knock, Cudi, open up, it's Chip

Gotta kush pack shells and some Henny we could sip

Keep a couple dollars on, give a penny to a bitch

But I'm with a couple hoes who said they really wanna get

Acquainted with some **** who ain't the average ****

They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures

I be flyer then a hundred gnats, 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 **** in detention

Slabbed **** deeped-up, tool in the clothes

I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold

Aye-aye, 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 **** sky high

So I'm watchin' my moves from the shoes on the coupe

Be damned if a **** ain't high to the roof

Pimp tight, get it right, homie, more or less

I gotta thank God I'm fresh

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'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind

I'm the only **** that could watch the sun and don't go blind

She fine as she wanna be, but she wanna check, though

Dodging, popping pictures like them hoes was working with the law

Back in Shaker, bitches tried to play me to the left

Now, I pick the hoes I want and give my **** what is left

I don't know if it's the name or the Bape gum bottoms

Keep them on salute, them 501's, you can't knock 'em

Used to have the Honda with the thirty-day tags

That was in the past now I'm finna throw 'em on the Jag

Aye-aye, 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 **** sky high

So I'm watchin' my moves from the shoes on the coupe

Be damned if a **** ain't high to the roof

Pimp tight, get it right, homie, more or less

I gotta thank God I'm fresh