Still Fly

Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby [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 okay, 'cause I'm still fly (I'm still fly, I'm still fly) [Verse 1: Mike Hranica] Get your car, play gems that shine And tell momma get a mink, baby girl, let's ride You a number one stunna and we gonna glide And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Prada, Gucci, full-mink leather Burberry's cool, 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 is so fly Number one, don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars, I am that fella 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 [Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica & Jeremy DePoyster] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci 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's name But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-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 your butt? See the steerin' wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma, players where you can find me Cruisin' through the parkin' lot on twenty-fours Cadillac Escalade with the chromed-out nose With a navigation arrow headed straight to IHOP Where your wife really love me 'cause my syrup is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the 3-wheel Benz (Skrrt) Hyper white lights, ultraviolet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, boy can you top that? I'ma show you some things, rookie, press that button The trunk went -- And all of a sudden Four 15's, didn't see no wires And then I heard boom from the amplifiers Oh [Instrumental Breakdown] [Verse 3: Mike Hranica] Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins Impala loud pipes, bringin' the mayhem It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again In a Cadillac truck, twenty-fours with tens Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time Six rad dudes flyin' in at nine New Suburban truck with the paintjob showin' Black and white and red and gold And bodies on the Roadster, Lexus, you know With that hard-top Bimmer, momma, that's your truck I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely Let's open the top and wake up to bubbly 430 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 old school Caddy with a (Diamond in the back) [Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica & Jeremy DePoyster] 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's name But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da