Still Fly

What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby

Gator boots, with the pimped-out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits)

Ain't got no job, but I stay shive (I stay shive)

Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)

'Cause all my money's spent

But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E-Class

But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything (Got everything)

In my mama name (In my mama name)

But I'm hood rich, la-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Get your ca-uh-ca-uh-car, player gems gon' shine

And tell momma get a mink, baby girl, let's ride

You a number one stunner and we gon' glide

And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside

That Prada, Gucci, full-length leather

Burberry's cool, the COOGI sweater

Twenty inches, pop my feather

The Birdman, daddy, I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with the head in the inside

Swine on the dash, G wagon, so fly

Number one, don't tangle and twist it

When it come to these cars, I am that ****

The g-uh-g-uh-Gucci with the matchin' interior

Three-wheel ride with the tire in the middle

It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers

We shine like paint, daddy, it's our summer

Gator boots with the pimped-out Gucci suits

Ain't got no job, but I stay shive

Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent

But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E-Class

But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything in my mama name

But I'm hood rich, la-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Have you ever seen them crocodile seats in the truck?

Turn around and sit it down, and let 'em bite your butt

See the steerin' wheel is Fendi, dashboard, Armani

With your baby mama, players, where you can find me

Posted through the parkin' lot on twenty-fours

Cadillac Escalade with the chromed-out nose

With the navigation arrow headed straight to your spot

Bruh, your wife really love me 'cause the sex is so hot

Put the Caddy up, start the three-wheel Benz

Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens

Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat

TV where the horn go, boy, can you top that?

I'ma show you some shit, rookie, press that button

The trunk went "Uh-uh", and all of a sudden

Four 15s, didn't see no wires

And then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Gator boots with the pimped-out Gucci suits

Ain't got no job, but I stay shive

Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent

But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E-Class

But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything in my mama name

But I'm hood rich, la-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins

Impala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn'

It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again

In a Cadillac truck, twenty-fours with tints

Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time

Six bad broads flyin' in at nine

New Suburban truck with the porno showin'

Up and down and up they goin'

Bodies on the Roadster, Lexus, you know what?

That hardtop Beamer, yo, Ma, that's your truck

I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely

New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly

430 Lex' with convertible top

And the rims keep spinnin' every time I stop

Got a Superman Benz that I scored from Shaq

With a old-school Caddy with the diamond in the back

Gator boots with the pimped-out Gucci suits

Ain't got no job, but I stay shive

Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent

But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E-Class

But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything in my mama name

But I'm hood rich, la-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da