CLASSY (feat. Tony Shhnow)

I just woke up flexin
They ain't pay me attention now these bitches sending attachments
Uh damn
I jus woke up flexin

I was stuck in yami I fucked tami I fucked helen
Woah

Fucked her then passed it that hoe too dramatic
I'm ballin like magic I might just go Patek

Walked in the mall and spent 20 on fashion shit
Luh hoe I'm fresh as shit bitch I ain't bappin
Walk in that bitch like what's hannin

I turned that bitch to a dancer
I filled up that ass with the plastic
When you fuck me you fuck me with passion
I'm in that Track boutta crash it

I'm in that Jeep bout to crash it
She suck me up from the passenger
Bitch I thought that you said you was classy
You ain't tell me that you was this nasty

Woah
Woah
Woah
All this money just twerkin and dancing
I'm in love wit the drugs and the fashion
She ain't fuckin I get her a taxi

Kick her out the house made her call her own Uber
You ain't come to spend the night here what you doin

My bitch bad but I'm already ruined
I snuck in the Vu I got two in
Her girlfriend Latina I'm tryna get a Cuban
Her boyfriend an actor we clip em start shootin

I hit the mile high but I'm under influence
I talk to the paper my money flow fluent
Point me to the ratchets
I need a thick one that know how to give that good head just like Suki

The devil wear Prada the demons wear Gucci
She want me to sing for her but I'm not Toosii
Don't tell me you love me you just want to use me
She fight me to fuck me her feelings confusing

I hop in the water stop moving
I take off my shirt and bad bitches start choosing
You want spin bout that bitch but you ain't even looped in
I get so high that my body just flew in

She think she high class but I'm truant
I relate to the money sign we true kin
No you can't hop in this Benz you ain't been where we been
I came in this world by myself with no friends

She think she earned that bag bitch you bent
You think I'm worried you must sniff fent
You looking for me then I'm in the tint
You can't live like this you can't afford the rent

How imma beef with the boy he a shrimp
Your bitch can't even fuck me I'm a pimp
I got that work at my house you a temp
You shake on your word over here and get stripped

I just woke up flexin
They ain't pay me attention now these bitches sending attachments
Uh damn
I jus woke up flexin
I was stuck in yami I fucked tami I fucked helen
Woah

Fucked her then passed it that hoe too dramatic
I'm ballin like magic I might just go Patek
Walked in the mall and spent 20 on fashion shit
Luh hoe I'm fresh as shit bitch I ain't bappin
Walk in that bitch like what's hannin

I turned that bitch to a dancer
I filled up that ass with the plastic
When you fuck me you fuck me with passion
I'm in that Track boutta crash it

I'm in that Jeep bout to crash it
She suck me up from the passenger
Bitch I thought that you said you was classy
You ain't tell me that you was this nasty



Credits
Writer(s): Carrington Wilson, Jonathan Adugna Negero, Shareef Emanuel Taylor, Marquel Ushon Jones, Marquis Dancy
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