Am G
Gator boots, with the pimped out gucci suit FE
Ain’t got no job, but I stay sharp
Am G
Can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent FE
But that’s okay, cause I’m still fly
[Verse 1]
Am G
gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride F
You da Numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide E
and go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside
Am G
Prowler Gucci full length leather, Burbons cooler, Coogi sweater
F E
twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy I fly in any weather
Am
Alligator seats with the head in the
inside
G
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
F
Numba 1 don’t tangle and twisle
E
when it comes to these cars I am that ni***
Am
The Gucci with the matching interior
G 3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle
F
Its Fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
E
We shine like paint daddy this our summer
[Chorus]
Am G
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
F E
Ain’t got no job, but I stay sharp
Am G
Can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent
F E
but thats OK, cause I’m still fly
Am G
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
F E
But that’s alright cause I’m gon’ ride
Am G
got everything in my moma’s name
F E
but I’m hood rich ba dada dada da
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It pretty much just continues that way.
Might be a challenge to figure out the chord changing in the second verse and bridge.
Dennis…
[Intro: Birdman]
What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby
[Chorus 1: 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
[Verse 1: Mike Hranica]
Gotcha car play gems on shine
Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, let's ride
You're the number one 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
Number 1 don't tangle and twistle
When it come to these cars, my hands are faithful
The Gucci with the matching interior
Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and Stunna and we're like brothers
We shine like paint daddy, this our summer
[Chorus 2: 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
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, dadada, dada, dada
[Verse 2: Mike Hranica]
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 Jaimama really likes me 'cause my syrup 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 something rookie, press that button
The trunk went eh-eh and all of a sudden
Four fifteen's, didn't see no wire's
And then I heard boom from the amplifiers
[Breakdown]
[Verse 3: Mike Hranica]
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 banders flying in at 9
New Suburban truck with page up 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
Open up the top 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
[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 OK, 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
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