High Class

I'm on some classic shit, I need a classy bitch, go to class and shit

My last bitch actin' like an actress, knowing damn well I'm sippin' Act and Tris

She'll get on the road just to pick up a six

One foot in the trap, I might get off a brick

I went goyard bag for the luggage, don't trip

Ain't nobody lit as us, but the light on a Bic

Don't flash yo' diamonds, we'll take yo' kit

I'm dripping all sauce like a condiment, got a perc on my tongue like a peppermint

Spend a five on scent, one thousand percent, a bitch going if I'm wit' it

I ain't fuckin' wit twelve, so I'm charging a ticket

You get caught outta bounds, send you back to yo' district

If yo' bitch get wit us, just consider her missin'

It's the SRT, she fell in love with the whistle

They know I'm the wave, ain't no brush wit' no bristle

I wake up, eat breakfast like, "What's next for dinner?"

Calculate me a check when the bags get delivered

I gotta driver with a tux with a stick in the middle

I hit a bitch one time, next day I'on remember, I hit a bitch two times, next day I forget her

They keep throwin' they shot, but they talkin' in riddles

I can blow all this pape' and double up for the winter

Got my money real tall, I'm on the block like a center

I ain't fuckin' with people, so I'm keeping my distance

I hang around players, bae, we pushing P with no limit

I got a call told my bro, "Come wit' it"

It's a helluva price if you seein' me sip it

I gotta classy bitch know that she worth a ticket

I'm outta her league, so whatever I'm spending

Lashes, nails, might start a business, hair, whatever, I'm just that ****

Public figure, I'm a million-dollar ****, I'on even look at my mentions

I gotta side bitch trippin', she don't get no attention

Classy cougar like Larsa Pippen

I'm on some classic shit, I need a classy bitch, go to class and shit

My last bitch actin' like an actress, knowing damn well I'm sippin' Act and Tris

She'll get on the road just to pick up a six

One foot in the trap, I might get off a brick

I went goyard bag for the luggage, don't trip

Ain't nobody lit as us, but the light on a Bic

Don't flash yo' diamonds, we'll take yo' kit

I'm drippin' all sauce like a condiment, got a perc on my tongue like a peppermint

Spend a five on scent, one thousand percent, a bitch goin' if I'm wit' it

I ain't fuckin' wit twelve, so I'm charging a ticket

You get caught outta bounds, send you back to yo' district