Various Artists - Still Fly lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] What's up Fresh, it's our turn baby [Chorus 1: Jeremy DePoyster] Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent cause all my money's spent But that's okay cause I'm still fly [Verse 1: Mike Hranica] Gotcha car play gems on shine Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl let's ride You're the number one stunna, and we gonna glide And go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside Prowler Gucci full length leather, Burbons cooler, 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 Numba 1 don't tangle and twisle When it come to these cars my hands are faithful The Gucci with the matching interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunna and we're like brothers We shine like paint daddy, this our summer [Chorus 2: Jeremy DePoyster] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent cause all my money's spent But that's okay cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-cla** But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my moma's name But I'm hood rich da dada dada da [Verse 2: Mike Hranica] Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck? Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya bu*t See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With Your baby momma playa is where you can find me Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose With the navigation arrow headed straight to iHop Aunt Jaimama really likes me cause my syrup is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that? I'ma show you something rookie, press that bu*ton The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden 4 15's didn't see no wire's And then I heard boom from the amplifiers [Breakdown] [Verse 3: Mike Hranica] Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins Impala Loud pipes, drinking that Hen It's the birdy birdy man I'll do it again In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's Looking at my Gucci it's about that time 6 banders flying in at 9 New Suburban truck with page up showin' Black and White and Red and Gold and Bodies on the Roadster Lexus, you know With that hard top beamer, momma that's your truck I'm coming up the hood been lovely Open up the top and I wake up the bubbley 430 lex with convertible top The rims keep spinning every time I stop I got a Superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back [Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster] Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's OK, cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-cla** But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my moma's name But I'm hood rich da dada dada da