Naw meen
Baby Boy Lyrics

Say, Fresh we goin' back home On this one right here, ya heard me?
Let’s take it back to the old days

See the ladies was buckin' from left to right And the dudes was thuggin' from side to side And it was a bum, bum bum, bum, bum bum snap And a flickey flickey fresh and I added a clap
People were dancing and having a good time at the party

1, 2, Baby Boy, test the mic And get the party jumpin' For the rest of the night, yeah
I’m testing the microphone and getting the party started for the rest of the night

Homie, I'm so fresh and I'm so clean And my wrist on bling with a fresh so lean Three hundred dolla jeans and my grill on bean With my bundle in my jeans and it's real, homie
I’m looking good and feeling good with my expensive clothes and jewelry on

Naw meen, you naw meen? You naw meen, you naw meen? You naw meen, you naw meen? You naw meen? Gentleman
Do you know what I mean, do you understand me?

I step up in the club lookin' freshin' than them other Ice so bright make ya eyes Stevie Wonder Way down under at the bottom of the boot I just gotta keep it real, I just gotta speak the truth, speak the truth
I look better than everyone else at the club and my jewelry shines so bright it could blind you

I'll floss on you bitchez doin' 90 on the free Gettin' lost on you bitchez See, if you less than 500, I'ma boss on you bitchez Hustle, hustle real hard, Rick Ross on you bitchez
I’ll show off my wealth and speed past you on the freeway, and if you have less money than me, I’m going to act like a boss

If ya carrots ain't high, I don't wanna see ya jewelry 'Cuz my shit shinny, y'all be all blurry I had to get up on ya, I had to do my thing 'Cuz I's so fresh and I's so clean
If your jewelry isn’t as expensive as mine, I don’t want to see it, my jewelry shines so bright it’s better than yours

I'm back up in the spot, cleaner than a whistle Count my diamonds on my neck, homeboy, not no crystals Nigga, I'm the shit, better pass me the tissue Red Monkey's on my ass, Baby Boy, it's official, it's official
I’m back at the club looking sharp, my diamonds are real, I’m the best, and my expensive jeans are official

I'll rock on you bitchez and my sickas don't stop I'ma watch on you bitchez Big rims, big truck will go knock on you bitchez Goin' down right now, Yung Joc on you bitchez
I’m going to show off my wealth and fancy car by going around town and looking cool, with the help of rapper Yung Joc

If you ain't countin' stacks, you ain't fly like me If you ain't roll in the deck, you can't ride with me Niggaz spit to spare clean, neva eva trifflin' Holla at my nigga soul 'cuz the nigga on bling
If you don’t have a lot of money, you can’t hang with me, and you need to speak and dress well to be my friend

Walkin' everywhere, dustin' off myself Time to flawn on you bitchez, time to show my wealth Got a loft that I bought, got a condo in New York Spendin' boo cool money but I gotta play it smart, play it smart
I’m walking around town and showing off my wealth, which includes my expensive apartment in New York, but I know I need to be smart with my money even though I’m spending a lot

I maintain on you bitchez, in a different kind of whip Switchin' lanes on you bitchez And I know you niggaz hear I do my thang on you bitchez I like my beat down low like the King on you bitchez
I’m keeping up my appearance in a different kind of fancy car and showing off my skills as a rapper

If ya cars don't cost about 80, 90 thousand 'Cuz my whips cost more than some of y'all houses I got my grill and high bean with a fresh white tee And I'm still so fresh, naw meen?
If your car doesn’t cost as much as mine, it’s not worth talking about, because my car costs more than some of your houses, and I’m still looking good and feeling good