Still Fly
The Devil Wears Prada
Letra

What's 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 that's OK
Cause I'm still fly

Gotcha car
Play gems on shine
Said it's mine
Get a mink
Baby girl lets 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 Bird man 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
The Gucci
With the matching interior
3 wheel ride
Wwith 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 that's OK
Ccause 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
T.V. 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 o 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 that's OK
Ccause 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