[Intro: Band]

What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster]

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 okay, 'cause I'm still fly (I'm still fly, I'm still fly)

[Verse 1: Mike Hranica]

Get your car, play gems that shine

And tell momma get a mink, baby girl, let's ride

You a number one stunna and we gonna glide

And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside

Prada, Gucci, full-mink leather

Burberry's cool, 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 is so fly

Number one, don't tangle and twist it

When it come to these cars, I am that fella

The g-uh-g-uh-Gucci with the matchin' interior

Three-wheel ride with the tire in the middle

It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers

We shine like paint, daddy, it's our summer

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica & Jeremy DePoyster]

Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci

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 momma's name

But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da

[Verse 2: Mike Hranica]

Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck

Turn around and sit it down and let 'em bite your butt

See the steerin' wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani

With your baby momma, player is where you can find me

Cruisin' through the parkin' lot on twenty-fours

Cadillac Escalade with the chromed-out nose

With a navigation arrow headed straight to IHOP

Aunt Jemima really loves me 'cause my syrup is so hot

Put the Caddy up, start the 3-wheel Benz (Skrrt)

Hyper white lights, ultraviolet lens

Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat

TV where the horn go, boy can you top that?

I'ma show you some things, rookie, press that button

The trunk went --

And all of a sudden

Four 15's, didn't see no wires

And then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Oh

[Instrumental Breakdown]

[Verse 3: Mike Hranica]

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins

Impala loud pipes, bringin' the mayhem

It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again

In a Cadillac truck, twenty-fours with tens

Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time

Six rad dudes flyin' in at nine

New Suburban truck with the paintjob showin'

Black and white and red and gold

And bodies on the Roadster, Lexus, you know

With that hard-top Bimmer, momma, that's your truck

I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely

Let's open the top and wake up to bubbly

430 Lex with the convertible top

And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop

Got a Superman Benz that I scored from Shaq

With a old school Caddy with a (Diamond in the back)

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica & Jeremy DePoyster]

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 momma's name

But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da