(Intro)
I'm so fresh, All gold, Gucci On me, my flow
I'm so fresh, you know, I'm so fresh...
(Yamine show em how it is bro)

(Verse 1)
Me, Yamine got too many shows
Me, Yamine got too many goals
My clique going far, like the Indiana Pacers
Pull up with Jermaine O'Neal, now I'm a player
All this Gucci on me that I'm gonna violate it
Fly to Miami on Thursday, land in Vegas Friday
Faded at the concert looking fresh, bout to walk the aisle way
Had a girl yesterday and dropped her off at my place
We bout to tear this place apart and get it in all day
I know she love Yamine and I know it ain't no fake
And if I get this bitch, we fucking, it ain't no discussion
It cost to have this gold me n***a, you way outta yo budget

(Pre-Hook: Yamine)
I'm so fresh, all gold, I ride low, she go low
I'm so fresh, all gold, I ride low, she go low