Lyrics:

(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 okay, 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' one stunna', and we gonna glide,
Go straight to the mall, turn out the inside.
Prowler Gucci, full length leather,
Burbons cooler, Coogi sweater,
Twenty inches, pop my feather,
Bird man daddy, we fly in any weather.
Alligator seats with the head in the inside,
Swine on the dash, g-wagon so fly.
Numba' one don't tangle and twisle,
When it come to these cars, I am that fella
Then I got the Gucci with the matching interior,
Three 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 that's 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 momma's name,
But I'm hood rich, la dada, dada, dada

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 you 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 IHoP,
Aunt Jemiah really love me cause my syrup is so hot.
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz,
Hyper white lights, ultraviolet lens,
Suma Tuma tires and they gotta be run flat,
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that?
I'm a show you somethin' rookie press that button,
The trunk went - and all of a sudden,
Four 15's, didn't see no wire's,
And then I heard 'boom' from the amplifiers.

Oh!

Let me slide in the Benz' with the fished out fins,
Impala loud pipes, bringin' the mayhem.
Its 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,
Six rad dudes flying in at nine.
New Suburban truck with the paint job showin',
Black and white, and red and gold, and...
Bodies on the roadster, Lexus you know,
With that hard top Beamer,
Momma that's your truck,
I'm coming up, the hood been lovely,
Soap in the tub and I wake up the bubbly.
Four-thirty Lex' with convertible top,
The rims keep spinnin' every time I stop,
I got a Superman Benz that I scored from Shaq,
With an 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 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 momma's name,
But I'm hood rich, la dada, dada, dada