Still The Motto Lyrics - Singles - Cj Fly

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen 

I go by the name of, Captain Fly 

And my Co-Pilot on this flight today is, Cookin' Soul! 

Ya know what I'm sayin, that's that crack music 

Cra-cra-crack music, ooouh, Check check 

As you can see 

Do this rap shit with accuracy 

Your old dude got his Acura 

Seized 

Must have not had drive 

If you sittin' in the passenger seat 

Ain't tryna 

Make you baffled, so please 

I could have your bath filled with ease 

Glasses chilled, champagne spilled kind of accidently 

Now we both messed up, can't just leave 

So we have to come clean 

Truth be told, my tooth go gold, I Midas well be your king 

A rubio, whose rubies glows, she might as well be my queen 

Memba the Platinium card shards for the silver 

You ain't never had the pebbles but you will ma' 

Bring you into the conglomerate, its up to you if you rocket 

Keep it exposed, whether or not you got cliffs 

Take it all while you can, wallet last 

Lo horses looking like a maverick 

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Feeling like Dallas real negus in existence 

Soul get holy need a prayer, I spirit with my 6th sense 

Don't trust in god then money, you won't get Lent 

She know she wanna roll with me 

She know she wanna roll with me 

Ain't ridin' in a stolen Jeep 

Ain't ridin' in a stolen V 

I'm carrying the O on me 

I'm carring the O on me 

So I'm just ducking police 

Ducking the D's, I say fuck the police 

My nigga puff on your weed! 

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I'm tryna be one of the best to do it 

So don't you be clueless thinkin that you could just 

Maneuver quick this is a movement 

My newer shit ain't like manure shit 

Went to school with kids, who was cooler with the Hoover Crips 

I'm tryna be stupid rich 

Have bread and not know what to do with it 

Always knew these tricks, what you want from me 

The doob or spliff, my boots is Timbs 

So I got a little bit of tree up in 'em 

It's in my family genes to get it, denim going missing 

But if the shorty got the riches, then things might go different 

I won't go broke on paying for dates, I break her off, she chipping 

Tummy full, least I could do is put my tip in 

We get sauced then I dip in, act as her stuffing on thanks giving 

Hit them curves, then I be drifting 

Energy exerted made her give in 

Eye got bags cause lately you've been trippin' 

Could see we had a spark and I know we caused friction 

All I gotta is good riddance, later 

She know she wanna roll with me 

She know she wanna roll with me 

Ain't ridin' in a stolen Jeep 

Ain't ridin' in a stolen V 

I'm carrying the O on me 

I'm carring the O on me 

So I'm just ducking police 

Ducking the D's, I say fuck the police 

My nigga puff on your weed! 

(Motto never changed, it's still fuck cops!)