Az Chike Fresh Cut Friday Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, what's worse than a broke bitch? Two of 'em
Hit the mall, ayy, ayy, ayy (Who is FortWoe and that's it?)

[Verse 1]
Bitch want a real boss? Come with Rick Ross
I know you see the banana clip, you better peel off
I ain't even wanna f*ck, somethin' feel off
Hmm, I had to act like I'm still soft (Bitch)
Point me where the rackies at, bitch, I'm snatchin' that
Thirty-ball every draw, bitch, I averaged that (Thirty-ball)
Any energy you give, bitch, I'm matchin' that (Yeah, I'm matchin' that)
Put your bitch on the 'Gram, douple tappin' that
I could really up pieces (Yeah), she a drunk demon
Broke nigga, you ain't ballin', you had a tough season
All my niggas extraed out, they ain't need one reason (One)
It's a movie in this clip, you wanna come?

[Chorus]
Hey, what's worse than a broke bitch? (What?) Two of 'em
Hit the mall on some chill shit, still blew somethin'
Ayy, baby, eat the dick, yeah, come chew somethin'
Hmm, Fresh Cut Friday, I spent two hundred, ayy

[Verse 2] Bitch, you a one-time f*ck (She a one-time f*ck)
Thick shit, yeah, I like that lil' [?]
Bro just poured somebody rank in this cup (He pourin' up that drank)
Walk up on me, niggas ran outta luck, ayy
Give me head, give me head (Give me head)
Better live your best life, you don't wanna end up dead, huh
Percocet, pass the meds
I don't like to repeat myself, bitch, you heard what I said
Chike without his buffs like Wayne without his cup
I ain't goin' back and forth, boy, it's up
She done threw a little— and I can't get enough
Why, I'll get you flipped, get you plucked
Ayy, she wanna— uh, give me head, give me head
Hit your missionary when I'm liftin' up them legs
Hatin' nigga— f*ck around and get shred
Might get pulled if I'm on the upper from this leg

[Chorus]
Hey, what's worse than a broke bitch? (What?) Two of 'em
Hit the mall on some chill shit, still blew somethin'
Ayy, baby, eat the dick, yeah, come chew somethin'
Hmm, Fresh Cut Friday, I spent two hundred, nigga