Song Lyrics

Say, Fresh we goin' back home
On this one right here, ya heard me?

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

1, 2, Baby Boy, test the mic
And get the party jumpin'
For the rest of the night, yeah

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

Naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen? Gentleman

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'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

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

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

Naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?

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'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

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

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

Naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?

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 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

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?

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

Naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?
You naw meen, you naw meen?

Byron O. Thomas, Lawrence Cennett

The duration of Naw Meen is 1:19 minutes and seconds.