What‘s up, Fresh It‘s our turn, baby
Gator boots (Gator boots)
With the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits)
Ain‘t got no job (Ai-ai-ain‘t got no job)
But I stay sharp (I stay sharp)
Can‘t pay my rent (I can‘t pay my rent)
Cause all my money‘s spent
But that‘s okay
Cause I‘m still fly (Damn, I‘m so fly)
Got a quarter tank of gas
In my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)
But that‘s alright (Mmm, hmm)
Cause I‘m gon‘ ride
Got everything (Got everything)
In my mama name (In my mama name)
But I‘m Hood Rich (Uh-huh)
La-da-da
Get your car cleaned, gems gone shine
Instead mama get a bling, baby girl let‘s ride (Let‘s ride)
You a number one stunna and we gon‘ glide
And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather
Bourbon‘s cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)
20" pop my feather
The Birdman Daddy, I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the