| Artist: Big Tymers Album: Still Fly Song: Still Fly What's up, fresh it's our turn, baby Gator Boots (Gator Boots) With the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci Suits) Aint got no job (Ai-ai-aint got no job) But i stay sharp (stay sharp) Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent) 'Cause all my moneys spent But that's ok, Cause I'm still fly (Damn, I'm so fly) Got a quarter tank of gas In my new E Class (In my E Class Benz) But that's alright (Mmm, Hmm) 'Cause I'm gon' ride Got everything (Got everything), In my mama name (In my mam name) But I'm hood rich (Uh huh), La-da-da Get your car cleaned, gems gone shine, instead mama get a bling, baby girl let's ride (Let's ride) You a numba one stunna and we 'gon glide, And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside, Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather, Bourbons cool or Coogi sweater (sweater) 20" pop my feather, The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather, alligator seats with the head in the indside, Swince on the deck, G-Wagon is so fly, Number one don't tangle and twist it, When it comes to these cars I am that nigga, The Coogi with a matchin interior, 3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle, It's fresh and stunner and we like brothers, We shine like paint, daddy, it's our summer Gator boots With the pimped out Gucci suits Aint got no job But i stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'Cause all my moneys 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 Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck, turn around sit it down and 'let em bite your butt See, the stealing is Fendi, dashboard Armani, With your baby mama, player, is where you can find me Crusin' through the parkin lots on 24's, Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your stop Well, your wife really lonely cuase sexy is so hot, Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens, Suma-Tuma tires and they gotta run flat TV where the horn go, boy, you count that, Ima show you some shit, rookie press that button The trunk went uh-uh and all of a sudden four 15's, didnt see no wires And then i heard boom from the amplifires Gator boots With the pimped out Gucci suits Aint got no job But i stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'Cause all my moneys 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 Hey, hey, hey, Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins, and Prowler loud pipes, drinkin the Henn' It's the birdie-birdie man, I'll do it again, In a Cadillac Trucks, 24s with 10s Looking at my Gucci it's about that time, Six bad broads flyin in that 9, New Suburban Truck with the porno showin Up and down and up they go and Bodies on a Roadster Lexus, you know what, The hard-top Beamer, mama, thats your truck, I'm comin' up the hood been lovely, new shoes on the whip and i wake up to bubbly 430 Lex with the convetible top, and the rims keep spinnin everytime 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 Aint got no job, But i stay sharp Can't pay my rent, 'Cause all my moneys 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 Number One Stunna Pimp, Mannie Fresh |