First Class

Yea yea yea yea
Project first class
I be high in the sky off of this big gas
Got lil mama rolling up she gotta big ass
After this joint we fuck em yo we gone hit Saks

I'm never lacking I keep on adding all this money this shit stacking
please don't try and run up we pistol
packing my nigga in the fucking cut wit the Mac 10
Mac 10 Mac 10 hit you in yo back then
Back then back then we was pistol packing
Hacking trapping magic like Aladdin
Smoking jatik my niggas real savage
Yea yea yea yea it get tragic making my money fucking flip
Like gymnastics no not no thot bitch keep the ratchet
And if that pussy snitching chop him wit the hatchet
Hatchet hatchet keep tools like a ratchet
Ratchets ratchets all my niggas have it
Fullys semis hella automatics
Might get tragic my niggas start blasting
Yea yea yea yea we get to blasting and none of this shit free bitch
I'm taxing I'm the coach I got the plays them shits
Smacking idk get the mazi or the Aston
Aston Aston niggas fake like plastic
Plastic plastic you niggas ain't savage
Money add it we never subtract it
Money addicts sad case we so tragic

Yea yea yea yea
Project first class
I be high in the sky off of this big gas
Got lil mama rolling up she gotta big ass
After this joint we fuck em yo we gone hit Saks



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Writer(s): Dreko Bandz
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