Shuffle Song Of The Day (4/10/23): “Still Fly” By Big Tymers
“Still Fly” is a song by the New Orleans hip-hop duo Big Tymers, and it was the lead single from their 4th studio album, Hood Rich, which was released in 2002
Big Tymers was comprised of Mannie Fresh and Birdman (who went by the stage name Baby at the time), and both went on to have solo careers of their own, as well as the formation of Cash Money Records, which brought us artists such as Lil Wayne, Juvenile, Drake, and Nicki Minaj
This song is very obviously a banger with a great beat, the I think my favorite thing is the overall premise. Financial responsibility is overrated, and this song emphasizes that by talking about blowing money on cars, clothes and jewelry despite not having a job. On the chorus, Mannie Fresh also mentions that he puts everything in his mom’s name, which suggests he’s getting all of his money illegally
As somebody who also spends a lot of money on stupid shit, this song speaks to me. Would I rather start a 401k, or buy a bunch of scratch tickets? If you’ve followed me long enough, I think you know the answer. I’d rather be comfortable now than later, and my philosophy has always been that there’s no point of having money if you can’t spend it. Is that smart? Fuck no, but I don’t care. When I eventually end up living in a cardboard box and begging for change, at least I can say to myself that I had a fun time getting there
PS: Yes, that’s a very young Lil Wayne in the music video
LYRICS
Whassup Fresh? It’s our turn, baby
Gator boots (Gator boots) With the pimped out Gucci suits (With them Gucci suits) 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 (Mmm hmm) But that’s okay, ’cause I’m still fly (Damn ’cause I’m so fly) Got a quarter tank of gas In my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)
But that’s alright, cause I’m gon’ ride Got everything (We got everything) In my momma name (In my momma name) But I’m hood rich (Uh huh) na-na-na-na…
Get your k-uh, k-uh-car, play gems gone shine And make sure mom get a mink 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 (Leather) Bourbon’s cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty-inches pop my feather
The Birdman dad 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 they come to these cars I am that nigga The k-uh, k-uh-Coogi 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
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 name But I’m hood rich, na-na-na-na…
Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck? Turn around sit it down and let ’em bite your butt See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma player is where you can find me
Pushin’ through the parking lot on twenty fours Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skrrt) Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, “Boy can you top that?”
I’ma show you some shit rookie press that button The trunk went ah-ah and all of a sudden Four fifteen’s didn’t see no wires And then I heard (boom!) from the amplifiers
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 name But I’m hood rich, na-na-na-na…
Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit) with the fished out fins Impala loud pipes, drinkin’ the Henn’ It’s the Birdie-Birdie Man I’ll do it again In a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens
Looking at my Gucci it’s about that time Six bad broads flying in at nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus you know what? That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma’, that’s your truck I’m comin’ up, the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly (bubbly)
Four-thirty 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 ol’ school Caddy with a “diamond in the back”
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 name But I’m hood rich, na-na-na-na Numba one stunna, pimp, ain’t it fresh
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