Verse 1
Look, back in the studio
Chillin' with a couple hoes
Squad & Slick in here, those my fuckin' bros
Nobody fuckin' with them, nobody fucking with me
Tell that bitch right there, to get over here & fuck with me
Yeah, I tear that pussy to pieces
In every human, fear is the weakness
But, I'm no human, n***a I'm a martian
I will kill you n***as, just like a spartan
Yeah, I'm back, n***a did you miss me
Call it Drake, cause I know you n***as missed me
Uh, LilSquad my n***a, He outside the booth
These n***as sweeter than a Babe Ruth
FME been here, you n***as can scoot
Click-Clack, I'm bout to shoot
Fresh Money my life, Ima stay til the end
You know I ball, somebody call ESPN
Shot out Young Hollis, I got the kid young
Let these new rappers know that the kid won
By the kid I mean you, shit you knew that
Shit My crew on top, so your crew wack
Hold up, Ima let the mic rest

Yeah, Bitch I'm back, back on the scene
People at concerts say I'm the best they've ever seen
I be like "Yeah, Ima Fresh Money Soldier"
I texted ya girl "Bae, I can't wait to hold ya"
Yeah, I got 60 G's in my pocket
I'm a trending topic
Yeah, I kill young rappers....Terminator
That chick talking shit to Ney? Terminate her.......
Uh, Yeah Fresh Mula Baby!!!!!!!!!