- Still Fly (Big Tymers) 歌词 Cash Money Millionaires
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- What’s up, Fresh It’s our turn, baby
Gator boots (Gator boots)
With the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits)
Ain’t got no job (Ai-ai-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
But that’s okay
‘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 mama 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 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
Bourbon’s cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)
20" pop my feather
The Birdman Daddy, I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the deck, G-wagon is So Fly
Number one don’t tangle and twist it
When it come to these cars I am that n****
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
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 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 steeling is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby mama, player, is where you can find me
Cruisin’ through the parking lot on 24s
Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot
Well, your wife really lonely cause ***y is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens
Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the Horn go, boy, you count that
I’mma show you some s***, rookie press that button
The trunk went uh-uh and all of a sudden
Four 15s, 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 mama’s 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
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