
5 Minute Freshen Up Ryan Leslie
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[Intro]
Aw man
She hit you with that 5 minutes?
You know what that mean, right?
That mean you wasn’t fresh enough
Let me show you how to get on my level
Follow me
[Hook]
She want that 5 minute freshen up
You tried to holla, homie, but you wasn’t fresh enough
That’s how I know I’m a professional
Six 0′s on the left side of a decimal
(2x)
[Verse 1:]
Now look at me
I’m in that gold lamborghini drop
I’m rollin’ these haters’ll never see me stop
I’m dealin’ in Euros – I call that “kiwi guap”
Exotic bills for my exotic wheels
Exotic meals – I call that opulence
I’m talkin’ Wall Street money you just an occupant
I’m in that 1 percent
Over a hundred grand?
I don’t trust a bank either – it’s in a rubber band
F-D-I-C
Somebody bring the rosé to the V-I-P
Somebody tell the DJ play some B-I-G
Cuz that’s what I’m feelin’ like
We gon’ act the fool tonight
We gon’ mess around and end up dipping’ in the pool tonight
So who go stop us?
The A-Team, B.A. Baracus
She tweetin’ a picture to put on Lockerz
So turn around and shake it just like a pair of maracas
Aw man
She hit you with that 5 minutes?
You know what that mean, right?
That mean you wasn’t fresh enough
Let me show you how to get on my level
Follow me
[Hook]
She want that 5 minute freshen up
You tried to holla, homie, but you wasn’t fresh enough
That’s how I know I’m a professional
Six 0′s on the left side of a decimal
(2x)
[Verse 1:]
Now look at me
I’m in that gold lamborghini drop
I’m rollin’ these haters’ll never see me stop
I’m dealin’ in Euros – I call that “kiwi guap”
Exotic bills for my exotic wheels
Exotic meals – I call that opulence
I’m talkin’ Wall Street money you just an occupant
I’m in that 1 percent
Over a hundred grand?
I don’t trust a bank either – it’s in a rubber band
F-D-I-C
Somebody bring the rosé to the V-I-P
Somebody tell the DJ play some B-I-G
Cuz that’s what I’m feelin’ like
We gon’ act the fool tonight
We gon’ mess around and end up dipping’ in the pool tonight
So who go stop us?
The A-Team, B.A. Baracus
She tweetin’ a picture to put on Lockerz
So turn around and shake it just like a pair of maracas
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