[Chorus]

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't  nobody flyer than me

I  got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I’m licensed to Ski

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't  nobody flyer than me

I  got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I'm licensed to Ski

[Verse 1]

It’s  like I'm walking on the air, the black Pesci slide like jet skis (Yeah)

I be fly like Delta, I got the mean size 9 and they the color of Welch's

"Where you get 'em Max?"

"Where did 'em at?"

"My  wifey need a pair, I need a 10 in black"

Call the team I got my minutes back

We sitting clean, leaning like a triple beam (Yeah)

And I don't care if you triple teamed (Nah)

I got my Nike boots, plus I'm in the nice coupe

Looking good underneath the trues

I got the white T underneath the jewels

Got the Bentley with the chrome 22's

I can show ’em money to, cause you know how sonny do

Don’t you play my money fool, the Benz in the 6th gear

Copped me like six pairs, baby this the big year

Oww

[Chorus]

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't nobody flyer than me

I got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I’m licensed to Ski

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't nobody flyer than me

I got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I'm licensed to Ski

[Verse 2]

I step up in the sneaker store, there's so many up in here

I got so many flavors, I don’t know which ones to wear

But I know what to do, throw both colors in the trunk, and at six Ima switch 'em up

Leave 'em loose

Get you walking comfortable, bubble got that cushion bed

Even Po-Po grab them when you walking through them bookings man

Match 'em with your pal-pal, his jeans must be new

I mean crusty blue, your team love me to

Max B mad at you, that's that rapper dude, he did cap a dude

Handle like Bob McAdoo, stepping out the Benz

I only need my Nike Boots, I be stepping out them Timbs

I ain't rocking them again (Nope), I ain't copping them again (Never), they ain't got the swag (Nope), they ain't got the cash (Nah)

Ima dash get up out the spot, rode the wave like splash, get up off the pot

[Chorus]

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't nobody flyer than me

I got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I'm licensed to Ski

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't nobody flyer than me

I got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I'm licensed to Ski

[Verse 3]

I don't do Constructs, I don't do Cluckers

I don't do A-solos, I don't do Chuckers

I do the ACG's, they got an APB, I know my ABC's

Major cut, Major ADT's

Scale 'em out and then my black joints

I'm wavy with rap joints, I'm wavy in them black joints

Andrew Marc Trench, damn I'm dark tints

Because I want people to see me with my head up

I never make my bed up, the boots got me clad up

The man official, "where'd you cop those?"

Harlem in a drought, Rolls, I ain't tryna hop in those

The main a buck 50, them only run 60

Coming up with me, just go and cop a pair

If you scrape them in the club, you just go and cop a spare (Oww)

[Chorus]

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't nobody flyer than me

I got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I'm licensed to Ski

I like the black ones, I like the brown ones, I like the green ones

Ain't nobody flyer than me

I got the beige ones, got the suede ones

Got my Nike Boots my fitted silver surfer like I'm licensed to Ski