CLASSY
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I'mma connoisseur of experience, baby, baby
Okay
Pinky up on my lean cup (I've said enough)
All I give you is a smile (I don't say too much)
Catch the sun from under sace shades (bling bloaw)
I'm feeling classy
Leave the dead rappers right under the curb
I'm not 'bout to show off
I'm leaving my knots under mattress today, for sure
I got a rack on the cash app, forgot to deposit I'm tappin' no worries
I got a band in the PayPal I didn't account for
But not bout to splurge
Ain't doing no dirt
This necklace is wetti' and dripping, my cup getting muddy
I got a man in the bank and a man in the cutti'
I got a man's that's a doctor
A man that's a doc for the fiends with the fetti
I'm on the line and I'm steady
I'm feeling sensual 'tractin the money
Girl acting sexual gave me the ick
Act with some class, don't jump for the dick
One bit of sass, I swear I won't hit (Goddamn)
I'm out here fathering flows
I'm out here watering daughters and cleaning my nose
From the ponderous powders and handling karma wherever she goes
I go with the breeze, and it's easy to see
That a crease on the khakis accumulates (that's it)
Primo got irons to keep 'em straight
Get in the back, like "Sil vous play?"
Doors open for me wage war for the stories
I capture a moment and then let it go
Come from winters with winnners, but never was froze
Cocaine or the snow, complain that's a no
I had a girl I was chasing, my feet getting sore
Now look down she rubbing my toes
Can't even tell you a class I was in so
I guess it's a league of my own
I'm feelin' classy
Running through the money like an athlete
I'm feelin' classy
Checker printed duffel in the back seat
I'm feelin' classy, ha
Suit on me dashing
Shooing these bastards
Everyone else in this game, is so fuckin' ratchet
I really ain't having it, yeah
I'm feeling fresh and established (ah, oh)
She hit the knees like she Kaepernick (ah, oh)
I'm always killing myself, I'm a Masochist
Came a long way from the savages
Actually, space in between us is cavernous
Factually, classy I'm leading the faculty
All they be talking is cappanese, let's not address it (shh)
Lead by example, I don't do corrections
Or criticism or cynicism
All these ladies with it and they all can fit in
'Bout to take census what you giving to me
Got a growing ego, she can stroke it gently
As for my percentage, only triple digits
That's a hundred homie, only benjis on me
And I'm 'bout to spend 'em got some purple pouring
And we could split up if you down
I'm feelin' classy
Pinky up on my lean cup (I've said enough)
All I give you is a smile (I don't say too much)
Catch the sun from under sace shades
Black, black
Yes, Sir, I'm feelin' classy