Still Fly

Lyrics

Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby
 Gator boots (Gator boots)
 With the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits)
 Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (I stay sharp)
 Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent)
 'Cause all my money's spent (Mmm hmm)
 But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Damn 'cause I'm so fly)
 Got a quarter tank of gas
 In my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)
 But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride
 Got everything (We got everything)
 In my momma name (In my momma name)
 But I'm hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na...
 Get your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine
 And make sure mom get a mink
 Baby girl let's ride (Let's ride)
 You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide
 And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
 Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather (Leather)
 Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)
 Twenty-inches pop my feather
 The Birdman dad I fly in any weather
 Alligator seats with the head in the inside
 Swine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly
 Number one don't tangle and twist it
 When they come to these cars I am that nigga
 The k-uh, k-uh-Coogi 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 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 of gas in my new E class
 But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride
 Got everything in my momma name
 But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...
 Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck?
 Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt
 See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
 With your baby momma player is where you can find me
 Pushin' through the parking lot on twenty fours
 Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose
 With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot
 Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
 Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt)
 Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens
 Suma-tuma 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 ah-ah and all of a sudden
 Four fifteen's 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 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 of gas in my new E class
 But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride
 Got everything in my momma name
 But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na...
 Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit) 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 tens
 Looking at my Gucci it's about that time
 Six bad broads flying in at nine
 New Suburban Truck with the porno showing
 Up and down and up they go and
 Bodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what?
 That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) 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 (bubbly)
 Four-thirty Lex with the convertible top
 And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop
 Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
 With a ol' school Caddy with a "diamond in the back"
 Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
 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 of gas in my new E class
 But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride
 Got everything in my momma name
 But I'm hood rich, na-na-na-na
 Numba one stunna, pimp, ain't it fresh
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:35
Key
11
Tempo
178 BPM

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