(Mr. Arrogant)
Polo, Polo, Polo, Big horse my logo.
Double horse or solo, but that a**ociation a No-go.
If i say i'm in that polo,
Not just the shirt, i'm talking head to toe.
Hat, Tie, Jeans, Slacks, Draws, and Shorts.
Dont forget my shoes and socks.
Cause if i talk Polo, i'm talking to the floor.
I'm a fool, (i Swear!)
So you can catch me in them neon colors.
Pastels, them exotic colors.
Them i dont want it if they got it colors.
Spent Two Eighty for the Olympic Sweater.
Didn't really need it, this Texas weather.
Bought it for the closet, makes my collection better.
Or maybe should i call it a stable?
Nothing but thoroughbreads at my table.
Fooley wayne when we hit the scene.
I'm in them polo shades they've never seen.
Fresh polo linnen on a beach scene.
They taking pics, i was built for fame.
Cool a** bracelet, icy ring. (Bling)
And a stupid watch.
Bezel so big they call it "Clock".
Diamond stud in my ears
I been doing this for years.
So i dont wanna hear no hatin' just give me my props.
(First Place!)
I dont wanna hear no hatin' just give me my props.
(First Place!) (Victory)
I got Red, white, blue, and green.
Sharp as a tack, if you touch me you gone bleed.
Step aside with your fashion, you're nothing like me
I'm in a Polo bu*ton-Down, you in a funky White T.
You got the nerves, to talk bad about me.
And you aint even "A" list, n***a you a see.
I done heard about ya shows, you aint selling out seats.
You rap about hoes, we aint see you with a freak.
Hold up, Hold Up, Lets get back to my gear.
I'm dead fresh looking like the man of the year.
Polo on my back, that's a fact, get it clear.
I'm at the steak-house toasting to the good life, Cheers
I'm just a yound n***a ballin', five cars.
Catch me in ya city shinning like five stars.
Polo times 3, victory got bars.
This the hottest remix you done heard thus far! (Ft.Worth!). (French Montanna)
You can ask the bad b**hes i be in that.
Young fly millionaires we done been that.
Young n***a posted up with a bank roll.
Now i blow a hundred, n***a got a bank full.
Polo, on my sheets, on my draws n***a.
New crib got about twenty floors n***a.
Hoppin out the rarri with my pants saggin.
Catch ya main b**h and we kidnap her.
Ha! You f**in with a boss.
V12 500 horse, young n***a floss.
All in it, cause its bout a dollar.
Ya main b**h bald headed, Polamalu. (Young Dro)
Polo on my socks, hold up, polo on my feet.
n***a, n***a you aint me, n***a you aint this street.
Hold up, Dirty a** n***a, but shhh, ima clean this beat.
n***a bringing in heat, Pow pow, take it off the saftey then the coroner be bringing in meat.
That talk sh** cheap,
pocket rocket knock you out ya seat.
Polo i be rockin to the T, they be copy to the T.
I am not soba in a roba, n***a this sh** is not kosher.
Drop top Porshe, b**h you dry you need lotion.
Catch me trick, i'm in motion,
I am so toated, and i'm still trying to f** Oprah.
f** around n***a get roasted.
In Polo i'm the coldest,
taking ya broad cause i'm the oldest.
She don't want half, she want my whole dick. Turn Up!