Classy

Tell me how you really feel on me, I got time
I be going on the road, back to back
I be going on the bank at least three-four times so

Let me take you on a date
Let me show you what's good

Things get right, when you on my mind
Feels so tight when I'm on your lap so

First class when we travel
You the type of bitch with a different level
Moving so classy, but a real hood fucker
Attitude nice everybody wanna get ya
Baby let me turn you on
Love let me put you on
Smile so bright, like the roses that I gave
Heart so pure, like a gold, oh yes

Luv I know sometimes things don't seem right
But you know I'm always here for you
And shit you do the same
I know I ain't got a lot of time, but whenever I see you, you know what's up
I'm always busy, barely got time to spend but you know
You getting to know me, I'm getting to know you so what's happening

Yea, aye
Let's chill on the west, I like the sunny weather time to buy a new shades
Travel what I'm really on, call me foreign
Goin Arizona, head straight in California
Drive on the Interstate
Ten joints in the trey we boutta get
High while we pass, the cops
Nobody give a damn, let me rev this new stock

Shorty so fine
Like these diamonds, on my neck, how it shine
Put you on the game, show you how to make them bands
But you gotta show me first if you do deserve
This lifestyle ain't easy
You gotta do a lotta shit this is pimpin
Square guys can't relate how I'm living
Like we fly first class, while they're economy