Classified - That Ain't Classy lyrics

rate me

You want it you need it, I got it,cuz this is how its goin down you want you need it, I got it

They call me mr. negativity, call it how I see yes I’m back in the vicinity

Bringing what you need plus all of the amenities

not what you consider thee, running the mill, running the drill, none of it’s real, celebrity

I dont let any of it get to me, I am more mystery, mentally and physically,

Yeah I’ve seen the bright lights ever so vividly

Party with the star types and mingle with the industry

But geez, we don’t need another hero, I relate to real people, not these self centered weirdo’s

Flamboyant wannabe, o so flashy, if you ask me that really isn’t classy

You never see me with my sunglasses on in the club dancing on the tables to my old song, getting buzzed

And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick

Like bitch you want this? That ain’t classy

The radio’s playing my song, and I got a record that put me on,

But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I’ma do what I gotta do …

If you’re not believing this song enough to hate them, don’t care what they’re saying, I ain’t changing

That ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy

Oh, hey yo, my daily insecurities got me locked down like I’m sitting in security

Getting locked down and it never did occurred to me, it presented perfectly verbally

My certainties could turn into my currencies, you never see my shirt wide open

With the chest hair blowing in the wind I know it

You never see me loose it trying to justify my music

At award shows cause I didn’t win I know it

I'm adamant, I won’t become extravagant cause you’re my management

And the guys are …with they havening

I’m just an average man who happen to have a plan

That might have the fun of who I am to attract the fan

And don’t be mad cause I never pop bottles

I don’t waste for money I save my money return and pop bottles

Don’t hate, wait, I ain’t trying to say, I’m trying to get pay

I’m trying to work earn the money I make, that’s classy

The radio’s playing my song, and I got a record that put me on,

But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I’ma do what I gotta do …

If you’re not believing this song enough to hate them, don’t care what they’re saying, I ain’t changing

That ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy

You want it you need it, I got it, you want you need it, I got it

Yeah, now I’m the one making many beats, pumping in the trunk

I’m the one smoking many trees, smoking in the club

I’m the one getting loose, Friday night, having fun

Spilling drinks on the wifey when I’m a little drunk

That’s classy, I guess some the author made them, I’m often hating cause they’re all relating

And I don’t feel offended, everyone can say their peace

I just really hate pretending so all you get is me, that’s classy

The radio’s playing my song, and I got a record that put me on,

But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I’ma do what I gotta do …

If you’re not believing this song enough to hate them, don’t care what they’re saying, I ain’t changing

That ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy

You want it you need it, I got it, you want you need it, I got it.

Thanks to anthclass for correcting these lyrics