Fly Boy Shit

Put it on my neck, I put it on my wrist too Trench coat, got me colder than a igloo Mike I got your bitch too, now how you digging that? We out in Cincinnati, gladly come and get her back But for the moment, I'mma do it like the old days Let the flow play, get the motherfuckin' Rosé She go both ways, so I tell her call get a friend We do it, then we settle down, we do it again Check, your homeboy ain't got a thang on Slim, ma Matter fact, these niggas wish that they was him, ma Yes, I got 'em looking at the brightest star in the sky His babymomma want another and I wonder why Probably cause I'm top flight, first class type The kind of nigga, other niggas really don't like And that's alright I'm on my fly boy shit tonight I'm on my fly boy shit for life. kyuh!