T.G.I.F.

Knock knock, Cudi open up it's chip
Got a push pack shells and some henny we could sip
Keep a couple dollars on, give a penny to a bitch
But I'm wit a couple hoes who say they really wanna get
Acquainted wit some niggas who ain't the average niggas
They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wantin pictures
I be flyer than a hundred gnats, worth a hundred 100 stacks
I ain't gon stop shoppin til I hit 100 Saks
Polo, that's a given, I aint even gotta mention
Candy old school, put you niggas in detention
Slab niggas geeked up tool in the clothes
I'm just a young fresh fly fool wit some gold

Ayyy, ayy what it do my dude
I'm livin life dawg what about you (fresh)
And I aint even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high (so I'm fresh)
Watch my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a nigga aint high to the roof (fresh)
Pimp tight get it right homie more or less
I gotta thank god I'm fresh

Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,
I'm Super Duper Cudi, candy paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I don't sip em when I lean
Forgive me to my fans, I'm country till deceased
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit to make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she wannabe
But she want a check though
Dodging bopper bitches like them hoes was working with the law
Back at Shaker, bitches tried to play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my niggas what is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the Bape gum bottoms
Keep them on salute, them 501's you can't knock em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the past
NOW I'm bout to throw em on the JAG

Ayyy, ayy what it do my dude
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And I aint even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
Watch my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a nigga aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
I gotta thank god I'm fresh