WALE - First Class lyrics

rate me

Fell asleep in first class

Hoes callin' my phone but f-ck it

I get to 'em when I land

And I aint tryna land cause time is money

So while you worry bout the hoes, I kill shows

And bag more clothes

It's Polo: check

These Jordan 42s: check

These women know, What I'm on

(What I'm on)

Look, doing life from the 36th floor

Tryna renovate the game, I aint happy with the score

Hol' up

Insubordinate for good reason

As I coordinate the perfect feature

Uhh, a working genius, a work of art

That's how I see it

Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia

Holiday season, Obama's good neighbour

I aint talkin to neither but got comma's in my statement

My bitches f-ck me good

In the morning make me bacon

And even when I make 'em, mad still make em naked

And I don't take no dames out

I just spit my game out

She don't give her nigga head cause I f-ck all her brains out

Hey, that's cold blooded

Hey, these hoes love it

Roll up was $4, Doja was four hundred

Dolce Gabbana stuntin'

A young nigga love it

Why ya'll be gettin' mad

We only gettin' money

Okay today I was the freshest in my area

Freshest in the neighbourhood

Freshest in America

F-ckin bitches chasing paper

I feel like I'm alterior

Boi, I'm historical

I cause the hysteria

Ok, what's a better accessory?

My all gold Rolly or the bitch that's standing next to me

Or the one in front of me

Or the chick leaving

Lightin' reef up like it's the holiday season

Woah there, woah there, these niggas can't f-ck with me

They too little

I'm animal you can't talk to me

Unless you are Dr Dolittle

Welcome, we-welcome to the GOOD life

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

But they say we aint BIG

Turn us to a Suge Knight

Lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight

And when I'm old, I'll probably die getting some head

I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

B-I, boi, boi...

From my shell toes to my brim brim

I'm an old soul with my pimp limp

I roll up and I sip sip

Whole team full of OG's packing fo-fo's on the hip hip

But we stay cool, we don't miss miss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

I'm first class on my trip trip

With two chicks, sadistic

We touch down in Moscow and take flicks like click click

She so hysterical, she say my life aint regular cause

I be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc