[Intro]
Seven-hundred-dollar sweater, this shit, n***a
Five, six-hundred-dollar jeans, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Thousand-dollar belts, this shit, n***a
Big n***a on that fresh shit
I'm on that fresh shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Big n***a, know he stay the freshest (Off the rip)
Rockstar jeans off a pair of sky [?] 11s
Latest Don C hat off the Kenzo sweater
In rehab, spillin' lean on a pair of Giuseppes (Uh)
Bad bitches blow my head up, love the way I be dressin'
Might just take one to the mall with me and let her dress me
Versace drawers, Burberry belt, you know I'm extra
I got a bitch that get my shoes early, so I bless her (Every time)
Young rich n***a, I do rich n***a shit (Yeah)
I don't wear the Polo tees if they ain't slim fit (At all)
Y'all n***as look like y'all broke, I dress like I'm the shit (Look at me)
Off the rip, the freshest big n***a in this bitch (Let's get it), period

[Chorus]
Big n***a on that fresh shit
Big fat n***a on that fresh shit
Bitches love me 'cause I be on that fresh shit
Every time, I be on that fresh shit
I'm a big n***a on that fresh shit
Big fat n***a on that fresh shit
Head to toe, n***a, I be on that fresh shit
Got a check, too, and I be on that fresh shit
[Verse 2]
If you n***as ain't fresh, then get away from me
Might try to step on my shoe, you might be hatin' on me
It's different levels to this shit, homie, it's A's and B's
How the fuck you gon' get fresh if you ain't makin' no cheese?
Think about that, now think about this (Yeah)
I just paid damn near two stacks for one outfit
Might do the Louie belt and might not do the shoes
Might just throw them Timbs on and let the laces hang loose, n***a
What you know about the Neiman Marcus jumpsuit, n***a?
Got the bitch gray and I got it navy blue, n***a
And they wonder why I spend a check on this shit (Why?)
'Cause back in the day, I used to break my neck for this shit, let's get it, yeah

[Chorus]
Big n***a on that fresh shit
Big fat n***a on that fresh shit
Bitches love me 'cause I be on that fresh shit
Every time, I be on that fresh shit
I'm a big n***a on that fresh shit
Big fat n***a on that fresh shit
Head to toe, n***a, I be on that fresh shit
Got a check, too, and I be on that fresh shit (Ayy)

[Verse 3]
Seventy, eighty different pair of shoes, n***a
Forty pair of jeans in one room, n***a
Sittin' here like what I'm finna wear?
Did them bitches on time, I'm finna buy another pair, ayy (Ayy)
Seventy, eighty different pair of shoes, n***a
Two hundred T-shirts in one room, n***a (I got all this shit right now, n***a)
All kind of different belts
All kind of different hats, cash this shit off the shelf, ayy (Yeah)
[Outro]
I get fresh for nothin', n***a
I jump up and get fresh for no reason, n***a
It don't matter what I'm doin', n***a, I'm fresh, n***a
King, n***a, big boy fresh shit, you hear me?
Make these fat n***as spend a check around this bitch, n***a
Make these hoes wanna fuck, n***a, let's get it
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Them hoes love to see a fat n***a jump out, n***a, saggin', n***a, with that shit in both pockets hangin', n***a
Chains on, n***a smellin' like that shit, n***a
Gettin' money, n***a, you hear me?
That's what we do, n***a, big boy shit, n***a, Ghetto Boyz, let's get it