Photo Shoot Fresh - Termanology, Wais P, Dutch Rebelle

I’m fresh in the photos, Polos in the logo

If the show’s for a promo then it’s a no go

Fresh like a motherfucker clean in the Avatar

And my weed look like a salad bar

Red soles on the suede Pat Ewings

Give me a bird I’ll show you why it go two wings

Twenty-two pair of Js, I stay in Versace shades

Fendi suitcase, my closet look like a Dr. Js

Funny how I got ice on this hot bezel

Your shit cool but it ain’t Ralph level

Little Nautica boats all on the comforter

My new coat and my coke both from Colombia

I’m trying to get paid cause I got a true talent

And lift my bank account to a new balance

Let’s have a converse conversation

I’ma continue to clown, call it determination

Your imagination tells you you may be able to see me

But I’m Jordan and you D-League

And these ain’t out for three weeks

The neck breaker, the check maker, I’m so fresh

These porn stars and models hitting the text

Photo shoot fresh

Photo shoot fresh

I’m 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself

Fresh in my Guiseppes three quarter

Niggas hatin' on my whips like I’m the boss of the plantation

Gold famin', gold chainin'

Suede Kangol Dana Danin'

I’m M-1 aiming, fuck slaving over concrete paving

You lames is hoe saving while I’m point shaving

Gambling, hot money in the Caymens

Chick’ll bring a nigga a bitch say when

A-men, eh man do the knowledge of that

Three quarter million house I ain’t need college for that

Push the pedal on the Porsche, pop a bottle for that

Champagne on my dick, bitches swallowing that

Fresher than Dapper Dan, how the fuck is that possible

I’m fly but on land how the fuck is that logical

Being broke is a joke but ain’t shit comical

My down to my hair folicle

Tell the paparazzi pucker up and kiss my poochie

Always pick the Prada over Gucci

Photo bombing bitches like a general, salute me

Fresher than a summer rain, hot like a jacuzzi

Kept them wild kingdoms on the kicks

Yeah them supers had them suped up

Bucket hat low, don’t get karma looped up

Cooped up with a Jordan conoseur type

You the bottom of the jean dragging on the floor type

Now tell me, how you Tommy Hilfiger that

All these high tops on cop bitches still sick of that

They ain’t Gloria Vanderbuilt like me

Used to rock B.C.B.

jeans, heels with a tall white tee

Fuck a trendsetter, there’s really no comparing us

Came through crisp fresher than asparagus

Painted like a sketcher but need checks cause she knew better

Dutch been fresher than a fitted, I’m a New Era