M16 - Lo Bootz lyrics

[Produced by M16] [Hook: 2 Chainz] In my Lo Bootz (x4) Can't tell me sh** When I'm with my crew Swagger to the max In my Lo Bootz (x4) Can't tell me sh** When I'm with my crew Swagger to the max In my Lo Bootz [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 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 sh** 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 f**ing 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 f**ing difference And f** with one of mine Somebody gonna end up missing [Hook] [Verse 2: Vado] I sag too low, lift them up let the boom 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 Sign flew, puffing on n***as, 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 cla**ics, Reebok 54's With my whole crew, lo boots, like give me 50 more [?] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] 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 p**y, OK you're right, I'm lying Cause if that p**y good, Imma motherf**ing buy it And yeah I'm from the city where these b**hes get tipsy n***as 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 [Hook]