Lyrics

Whats up, Fresh, it's our turn, baby 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 thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly Gotcha car, play gems on shine, said it's mine Get a mink, baby girl, let's ride You da numba 1 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 I am that nigga The Gucci with the matching interior 3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy this our summer 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 thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class 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 Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck? Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma playa is where u 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 your spot Where your wife really love me 'cause the sex 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 TV where the horn go, boy can you top that? I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button 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 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 bad broads flying in at 9 New Suburban truck with the porno showin' Up and down and up they go and Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer, mommy that's your truck I'm coming up the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip 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 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 thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class 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
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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