Lo Bootz - 2 Chainz

Can’t tell me shit

When I’m with my crew

Swagger to the max

In my Lo Bootz (x4)

Can’t tell me shit

When I’m with my crew

Swagger to the max

In my Lo Bootz

Photoshoot, 4-door coupe

Polo boots, turnt up through the roof

Me gon' hit my boots, then she hit my boots

Told her I was thirsty, she say «she had that juicy»

She’s willing and I’m able

I told her «I'll see you later»

So many horses in my closet

Makes my shit look like a stable

Crib like a zoo, all types of gators

His and her, fox furs, all types of flavors

This is not a Boxster, this a Panamera

I’ve been serving dick, you can check my clientele

My wrist costs a bail, my charm costs a chicken

And every time you see me

You can tell I’m fucking getting it

I used to wear the skippers

I’m polo’d to the zipper

I used to shop at Macy’s

When it used to be Riches

I used to it and you useless

So know the fucking difference

And fuck with one of mine

Somebody gonna end up missing

I sag too low, lift them up let the boot show

Leather dark red, the same color as Nuvo

Wrist hugging that Hublot, my pockets huge though

Denim TRU clothes, get worn out like a used ho

Polo, high boo, like «Hi boo»

Yeah I’m fly, cute in that hard top suicide coupe

Cannon on me while bumping that Trapavelli II

Slime Flu, coughing on niggas, must I remind you?

I’m used to this city noise, of pretty boys

Fatter that Diddy’s boys, Magic City wit Tity Boi

Silly boy, I make classics, Reebok 54's

With my whole crew, lo boots, like give me 50 more

Conjure for Bonjour, whore

Hop out the four-door with four broads

Look like The Law

It may be Juicy Couture, I bag them all

I had a mall, swagger tall

And I just happen to ball

I dive in that wet, call me Micheal Phelps

Louis logo, check a boy’s belt

501s, mind on my money

Look at the tongue, these boots looking like diamonds

Pockets on Goliath and your pockets on a diet

OK, alright I try it, if I like it then I’ll buy it

Except for some pussy, OK you’re right, I’m lying

Cause if that pussy good, Imma motherfucking buy it

And yeah I’m from the city where these bitches get tipsy

Niggas smoke strong, on the phone and talk riches

Righteous prices, baking soda vices

And yeah I’m in a new car, and I don’t have a license

Your girlfriend like it, I met her on tour

And every time she sees me, she calls me Ralph Lauren

Imma Ralph Lauren story, Ralph Lauren mansion

And when it gets cool

I wear my Ralph Lauren jacket