Still Fly The Devil Wears Prada

[Intro: Birdman]
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